In the middle of the deserted road, Edward had his hands placed on his hips. He stared at the damaged wheel as though glaring hard enough could repair it. On the other hand, Caroline had stepped away from the carriage. She murmured, "This is bad luck." Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her skirt and she whispered, "It's happened twice now."
Standing beside Caroline, Sawyer tilted his head and asked her,
"Are you suggesting we're all about to die here? Or perhaps this was all just a ruse so that we could kill you, just as you guessed," he grinned.
Caroline's eyes widened before she instinctively took a step farther away from him in horror.
Edward turned to the coachman and snapped, "You. Didn't you inspect the wheels before we left? Do you want your head off your shoulders?"
The coachman immediately lowered his head into a deep bow.
"I did check, Your Highness! Three times. I checked every wheel and even inspected the horses' hooves before our departure."
