"Claire, pack my things."She stared at me. "Ma'am, where are we going?""Home to the Lambert estate. Back to my own house."I got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and packed everything that belonged to me—my gowns, jewelry, deeds, sunstones, and books. It took only half an hour. I left nothing of mine behind, not even the blanket my mother had made for me.The estate that had been my cage for three years now felt empty as a tomb.I took one last look and walked away. The guards at the gate didn't dare touch a Lambert convoy, much less stop a woman who had just lost her baby. Adrian thought his order was enough to keep me there. He had forgotten who paid for his guards, his estate, and his reputation all along.When the carriage reached the Lambert estate in Greyharbor, Arthur and more than a dozen longtime servants were waiting at the bottom of the steps. I took off the bloodstone ring that stood for our marriage and placed it in the box with the broken dawn-prayer silver. Arthur did
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