“Gone?” Conroy ground out, gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles paled against the brown flesh of his arms. His expression was disbelieving and drawn, his blue eyes dark with unease as he added, “What are you both saying?”

　　A grim-faced Arian stepped forward, holding up the kirtle she had worn that morn, “I found this in this stables where her favorite horse used to be. The stable was empty of the horse, Kelly and the guard told me the lady ...