Yin's Pov
Where the hell is she?
"My lord, you need to calm down." Ervin's voice came from his position by the window. He'd been watching me pace for the past hour with that annoying patience he always had. "Lady Irene probably went to check on her father."
I stopped mid-stride and glared at him. "Her father? You mean the man whose back I ordered flayed with fifty lashes this morning? That father?"
Ervin had the audacity to look amused. A small smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Well, what did you expect her to do? You publicly humiliated the man. She's angry. Women get angry, they storm off. It's basic cause and effect, my lord."
"I don't need your commentary on female psychology right now." I resumed pacing, my boots clicking against the floor. "I need to know where my wife is."
