All the blood flowed into her head as she was chugged down the stairs unceremoniously. He even refused the assistance of her olive-skinned guard as if he feared she might run off if he didn't set her in the carriage himself.
Claire found herself being dumped on the soft leather cushion like a heap.
So much for standing up to him.
But as he entered beside her, some of her indignation evaporated like mist in the morning, replaced by curiosity.
He said they'd continue the conversation…
What did he mean by that?
After a few minutes of watching him discuss with his attendant and an elderly courtier, he settled inside the vehicle.
Claire glanced at anything but him.
"Are we travelling together… alone?" Then realising how suspicious her question sounded to her ears, she added, "Without Andon as chaperone… or someone else?"
As she spoke, Garelle was making her way to the front entrance, a freshly knitted shawl draped over her shoulders.
