Bailey pov
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"Repeat that."
My voice came out terse and hostile. A complete opposite to the smile that had lit my face mere moments ago. Evie had found some toy or some other enjoyment and found it in her heart to share it with me.
Yet I was forced to shoo her into my lap and silence her excited mumblings. I wanted nothing more than to scowl at the servant. But he was merely the messenger rather than the perpetrator.
"Dame Bailey, I have brought news from the front."
I waved my hand, almost muttering a series of curses at the slow and deliberate pace the servant found himself taking.
"Lord Taylor's personal guard has secured a forward operating base and have begun sieges onto the local wildlife to secure a further perimeter."
The servant took a breath while Evie looked up to me with wide eyes filled with curiosity.
"Why?" She muttered.
I pet her hair, gently running it against my fingers.
