After everything in the castle had finally been arranged and the slaves had settled into their new duties, Sienna, Mirella, and Tiara returned to Stony Mountain.
There was not much left for them to do now except wait for Harold's return from Casa City, yet even though the days had become calmer on the surface, Sienna could not truly relax.
There was still a thorn lodged in her heart, one that pricked her thoughts whenever she found herself sitting quietly. The matter of the people who had moved against them had not been resolved.
Until now, they possessed very few clues.
The assassin they had captured had died before revealing anything useful, and even after becoming undead, he remembered nothing of his former life.
The people behind him remained hidden in darkness. To Sienna, that unseen enemy felt like a sealed clay jar sitting in the corner of a room.
Nobody knew what was inside, but everyone knew it would be foolish to forget about it.
