"...Owain intends to marry Jocelynn as part of his coronation."
Those words were enough to freeze Ashlynn's blood in her veins, and for a moment, Nyrielle's hand on hers under the table was the only thing that kept her from standing up to rush for the stables and the fastest horse she could find.
"Four days, my love," Nyrielle said quietly, pitching her voice for Ashlynn's ears alone. "Time enough to think before you move. You can rescue your sister and destroy Owain Lothian, but without understanding and a plan, you will also destroy many of your hopes for what comes next…"
Nyrielle was right. She was right and Ashlynn knew it, but that didn't make it any easier to remain in her seat when she wanted to retrieve Water's Edge from her bedchambers to personally remove Owain's head from his shoulders.
