Amelia knew.
She knew her words alone might not cut as deep as she hoped.
A clean lie could be dismissed, challenged, even disproven. But a lie laced with truth?
That was far more dangerous.
With just enough reality woven in, her story would become something no one could easily question.
And who would side with Julies Evans, of all people?
An outsider.
A servant.
The title of "Baron's son" might have opened doors in some corners of the world, but here, in the cold north, it meant little without the right bloodlines and the right allegiances.
It was exactly why Amelia had decided to shadow him tonight — to find that sliver of truth she could bury inside her words.
The wind bit at her cheeks as she moved, her steps quiet against the frost-hardened ground. She'd been following him for nearly forty minutes now.
Yet she still had no idea where he was going.
