The interior of the Shadow Carriage was bigger than Primrose's entire first apartment back on Earth.
It was upholstered in crushed black velvet, smelled faintly of ozone and old books, and—most importantly—it was soundproof. Which was a blessing, because Vali had been asking Are we there yet? every four minutes for the last two hours.
"No," Vesper (the Crow-kin butler) rasped from his perch near the door. He was sitting perfectly still, like a gargoyle, with his eyes closed.
"What about now?" Vali asked, pressing his nose against the dark glass.
"No."
"How about now?"
Vesper's eye twitched. "If you ask again, little wolf, I will turn this carriage around."
"You can't," Jasper pointed out, looking up from a book he had stolen from Lucien's side table. "We are refugees fleeing a tactical bombardment. Turning around would be strategically unsound."
Vesper opened one black eye and stared at the snake boy. "I see why My Lord likes you. You are equally exhausting."
