“My mother?”
It takes me a few moments to register who her mother is, and what she’s asking.
“Nicholas has checked on her, and she’s safe, as far as we’re aware. She believes Victoria fell for Nicholas in the conventional way. Victoria has tried to get her to come and work here, but she refused out of loyalty to the Hamilton’s.”
“I have to see her.” Tamara’s eyebrows draw together. I can feel the fear rippling from her now. “Please, William. I have to make sure she’s alright. If you say Lord Hamilton has a woman held captive and gave away Victoria in the manner he did, then she could be in danger. I need to check to make certain she’s unaware of everything. She’s all I have. I don’t know who my father is. Please.”
“Ok, you can go see her, but I’m going to come with you.”
“What? You can’t.”
I take hold of Tamara’s hand, probably a little too tightly, but the urge to protect her is surging through my body like a runaway freight train on steroids. I won’t let anything happen to her.
“You want to see your mother, then I’m coming with you. No arguments.”