Chapter Sixty-Two.
Fitz let a long sigh as Eliza studied Edvard. She understood that her mate trusted him, however, she was concerned about leaving the safety of not only Anais to the drunk man before her, but also the egg.
“Are you sure he will be able to complete the task you set for him. He is in a bad place emotionally; I can feel the depth of his pain coming off him in waves. Don’t ask me how, because I do not know, but I can,” Eliza linked with Fitz.
“He will be okay. A mission is probably exactly what he needs right now.” Fitz simply responded. His new plan was changing once more.
“I was going to have Princess Anais stay here for a couple of days, with the egg,” Fitz began, as Edvard furrowed his brow.
“What egg?” he asked.
“My niece or nephew,” Eliza sighed, as Anais
