"You know where he is?" Lennox asked once again, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on the cloaked woman who had just arrived in his palace to report what even his guards had failed to accomplish.
Emily moved closer, her tone sharp with urgency as she leaned in to whisper near his ear. "Can you really trust an outsider?" She murmured, her gaze flicking briefly to the stranger. "Don't forget, she's from the North, and we've been divided from them. What could someone like her possibly know about your missing advisor?"
She shook her head slowly, returning her gaze to Lennox. "This reeks of another trap. Don't fall into it."
Lennox's jaw tightened, and he finally turned his head toward Emily, his piercing stare meeting hers. Her suspicion wasn't unwarranted, and he could see the worry beneath her accusation. She had every reason to question the sudden appearance of help from such a suspicious source, and he knew he should as well.
