Sure enough, before a quarter hour had passed, Finn Thornwood came striding out of the compound, and right behind him, draped in gold and silver, was Edith Ashvale. The cloying scent of overripe peaches and crushed oleander reached me before she did, sweet enough to turn my stomach.
The steward pointed at me. "My Alpha, this woman claims to be your mate. If she's a fraud, I'll have her thrown out at once."
Finn looked down at me from the top of the steps. "Lift your head."
I tilted my chin up slowly, the ghost of a smile on my lips. My wolf was utterly still inside me, watchful, coiled, silent as a held breath.
The moment he saw my face, every drop of color drained from his.
"Narelle, is it really you? What are you doing here?"
He strode over and lowered his voice to a hiss.
"If you wanted to see me, you could have sent word through the servants. Why make a scene in front of everyone?"
"Besides, I told you in my letters not to come back on your own. When the time was right, I would have sent someone to bring you."
I held my daughter tight and stared at him in cold silence.