On the way back to the Rosavere Company, Penelope remained lost in her own thoughts. The cold afternoon breeze brushed against her hair while the sky light reflected faintly across the glass buildings surrounding the street.
Yet none of it entered her mind.
Her thoughts remained stuck on a single word.
'Them.'
What exactly did Lackey mean by it?
Was it merely a figure of speech spoken casually during the conversation?
Or was there truly something hidden behind those words?
The more she thought about it, the more unsettled she became.
Beside her, Lackey walked with his usual calm expression, his footsteps steady against the polished road as though nothing in the world could disturb his composure. His servant followed quietly a step behind him, her eyes lowered.
'Did you get it?'
Lackey's voice echoed silently through their connection.
'Yes. Nightfire made it in time.'
