By the time we arrived back at the Crescent Pack, the sun had long risen, but it did nothing to warm me.
The ride had been silent; no one dared speak.
The rain that had followed us halfway home had soaked through my cloak and chilled me to the bone, yet the cold wasn't what bit the hardest. It was the emptiness.
We had spent four days on the road, and it had been one of the most exhausting journeys I had ever encountered
Nanny Nia was quiet.
Had refused to say an entire word to me or anyone else.
To show her defiance, she didn't cook for anyone.
The rest of the men and maids had to scramble to prepare meals.
Nanny Nia kept to herself.
Anna had thrown tantrums and come crying to me.
"Xaden." Anna puckered her lips. "Nia has REFUSED to cook any meals. I'm hungry and exhausted! I need to have my bath with warm water. The water from the lake is COLD!"
She looked like an absolute mess.
Her beautiful blonde curls weren't perfect-looking anymore.
