Ian followed Delaney outside to the stables. She walked quickly as if she were trying to outrun her tears. She was afraid if she stopped they might catch up with her and she would start to sob. With Vincent gone like he was she might not be able to stop the tears once they started.
She marched into the stables, still not really sure what she was planning to do or where she was planning to go. One of the men saw her and came up and asked how he could help her.
"Prepare one of the carriages for me and have Ian's horse saddled."
"Yes my Lady," the man nodded and hurried off to do as she'd ordered.
From behind Delaney came a disgusted scoff. She turned to find Ian's eyes cold and staring at her in disbelief.
"What?" she questioned.
"You said you were ready to leave and I was holding you up," he hissed.
Delaney swallowed and everything she had said to him came dropping down on her.
