Jenna forcefully pulled her hand away from her father's grip after she had walked a little distance away from Rhane. She had a lot to say to her old man, and she didn't want Rhane to hear any of it. Jenna also knew it would be the same for Rhane, staying around to find out things about Rhane that he might not like.
"Get your things, Jenna. I have the horse ready for us to depart before the first light." Brown muttered under his breath, "I won't have you dragged away by the council, I have already spoken with Nikolai. He's agreed to let his son bear all consequences. You don't—"
Jenna's soft chuckle interrupted her father, and he turned to glare at her. With his brows knitted together,
"You still make a jest out of these? My child, you should be crying and on your knees. Do you know that?"
Jenna shook her head, "I don't," she replied boldly, "And I do not wish to understand the reason my father wishes me to kneel."
