The procession of white robes and incense had faded from the courtyard, leaving only the lingering smell of sweet smoke and victory in the air. Beatrice had retired to her chambers, exhausted by the excitement of the prophecy, leaving the sisters alone in the main house.
Marissa walked into the drawing room. It was cool and quiet. She signaled to Lily, who had been following her like a shadow.
"Leave us, Lily," Marissa said. "Close the door."
Lily hesitated, glancing at the other entrance where Ashlyn was just walking in. She didn't like leaving her mistress alone with the Second Lady, but she obeyed. She curtsied and left, shutting the heavy double doors with a soft click.
Marissa sat down on one of the velvet sofas. She didn't relax. She sat straight, her hands folded in her lap, waiting.
Ashlyn walked to the tea table. She moved with a new confidence, her head held high.
The act was gone. She picked up the silver teapot and poured a cup. Steam rose from the spout.
