Benet confirmed that she was indeed dead.
He ran a hand through his hair.
First Lord Bronan, then his Steward, then Lord Malrick, now her?
Who else was going to die?
Claire?
Him?
Andon?
Were they eliminating people who knew things they wanted no one to know?
Yeren bowed his head and remained in that position for a long time.
It was almost as if the knave had known he was coming all along. If only he had been a few minutes earlier, he would have been able to save her.
He clenched his fists.
The person - whoever it was - was going to suffer a much worse death.
And he would make sure of it.
"Take her body and have it burned. Keep it quiet and try as much as possible to let as few people as you can know that she is dead. Everything has to be contained for now."
Then he turned and left.
He didn't plan on staying in Glenwood, but he couldn't bring himself to return back to the castle.
Nowhere felt like home. It was as if he was always under someone's watchful gaze.
