Gwendolyn felt like the ground had been pulled out from under her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind raced as she tried to process his words. "What did the traitor do?" she asked, her voice shaky with fear. "Especially to you, Milord?" Her eyes searched his face, looking for answers, desperate to understand the depth of the betrayal.
"I was ambushed. When I arrived at the Devil's Ridge. It wasn't a coincidence," Malgarius muttered.
"They could have killed you!"
"I know. And that's what I intend to find out."
His face was hard, his expression grim.
"You must go back," he said, his voice softening.
"What?"
"You must go back to the castle. You're not safe with me."
"But I'm safe with you. More than safe."
"You don't understand. There's a traitor. Someone who's been helping the dark sorcerer. Someone who wants me dead."
Gwendolyn's eyes widened, and her hand trembled as it gripped his.
