He shrugged on his shirt by himself, wincing whenever the fabric dragged over the injury on his arm.
He couldn't even dress himself fast enough.
She had probably gone too far for him to follow.
Yeren wanted to give up. The fact that he was now injured made him feel more like a liability than a protector.
But he couldn't suppress the rising feeling that she was in some sort of trouble.
He had instructed Andon to ensure that no one was to be informed of their arrival in the town.
But despite all his measures, he couldn't be certain that his whereabouts were kept secret.
And whether they knew it or not, harming Miss Stenly was the easiest way to get to him.
And that realization unnerved him more than anything else had.
He pulled on his brocade as fast as his injured arm would allow and literally dashed out of the room.
Maurius and Andon were waiting below, already dressed up in their riding habits.
They had barely arrived, he hated to disrupt their rest.
