"Right," Serena said solemnly and then nodded.
She hoped wherever they were headed would reveal itself soon enough so this sour little expedition could draw to a close. She had nearly forgotten the florid descriptions she had spun about Crimsonclaw, the old spires, the pale crimson stones, the blood-kissed ivy that curled like veins up its gothic walls. Did it matter at all now?
Oh, yes it did.
That Amara woman noticed everything. Serena had no doubt she remembered exactly what had been said by whom, and what had not. Meticulous to a fault, the Dawnbreak noblewoman was much like Charlotte. reserved, perfectly poised, and terribly amused by what she did not say. Serena quickly concluded that she might become a thorn in her side.
Serena exhaled sharply through her nose and nudged the horse forward with a firmer grip on the reins.
