Tabitha’s POV

Rhett takes the lead the moment we step away from the table, and everyone falls in line behind him like a migrating pack that already knows the route. No one questions it. They just follow him.

I keep my mouth shut although a part of me is already itching to ask a lot of questions.

I trail after them as we leave the ballroom and spill out into the Sharpe estate grounds. Evening air settles on my skin as more than two dozen of us move across the stretch of land.

Andrew slows until he is beside me. He looks equally confused.

“Do you have any idea where...