Tracker watched him steadily, warily, as one might...well, an untamedbeast.“The maid didn’t know. Said the girl had been acting oddly for nigh on two months before she disappeared.”
Dane’s brows drew down in a scowl. “Why didn’t her lady’s maid tell us this?”
Tracker lifted a shoulder. “The maid said the girl was trying to hide it. That she’d gotten secretive. Said she was pretending nothing was wrong.”
“But she was crying.” It wasn’t a question.
His Lillian had been upset, and she’d had no one to turn to.
Dane’s temples were pounding with rage and his hands curled into fists. Whoever had made her cry would pay.
And if someone hadhurthis angel?
That person would pay with his life.