[Draven].
Levi's car rolled down the long driveway until it disappeared beyond the wrought-iron gates. Then almost immediately, Rhovan's voice slid through my mind like a low growl.
"That woman… Wanda Fellowes. She is looking for a way to get close to us."
I slipped my hands into the front pockets of my pants, my expression calm."Then she will keep looking," I muttered under my breath, "until she dies."
Rhovan rumbled in dark satisfaction.
Then, I turned and found Meredith still staring at the road, her eyes fixed where the car had vanished.
Her shoulders were relaxed, but there was a distant heaviness in her gaze, as if she were thinking far beyond the moment.
I touched her shoulder gently. "Meredith."
She blinked up at me. Her eyes were tired—softened at the edges, dulled with exhaustion. She had been awake since early morning.
She had attended the palace, endured the princess, trained, strategized, and still held herself with grace.
