Amelia thrust herself between the two of them, her arms spread open wide, an alarmed look on her face, as if fearing a reprisal. But by then, the gold had already faded from Oliver's eyes. They were as troubled as a grey storm. He found himself stunned in place, as Lady Blackthorn marched away from him.
The men that had been eating by the fire quietly made their departure. Jorah opened his mouth to speak, but a sharp look for Pauline stopped him from doing so, and a firm hand on his shoulder from Kaya cemented that course of action for him.
Bit by bit, that campfire was left entirely empty.
