Henry looked down at him. How easily wicked men remembered family when fire approached their own door.
"What can I do?" Beaumont went on, clasping his hands. "What will I do?"
Lionel stood a little behind Henry, his face blank. The guards were ushering women and servants through the back door and away from the king.
"I advise you make yourself scarce from the building in the next few minutes," Henry said. "As soon as everyone inside is done packing, this place will be burned down. And the land repossessed by the Crown."
Beaumont made a wounded sound. "My lord! Please! Tell me what to do."
Henry finally turned fully toward him. "What have you done with the girl Livia? There is no way she falls from a roof and walks away."
The name changed everything. Beaumont's eyes widened. Livia. So that was what this was about.
