The next two days felt longer than any week they both had ever lived through. Even longer than when they were running from Crane's men. At least during those times, they could fight, plan, run. But now all they do could was wait.
Alina spent her afternoons with the women from sewing circle like everything was normal. They kept teasing her about their marriage and Alina kept deflecting. But her mind kept drifting back to Holloway's words. Every time someone older walked past her, she found herself wondering:
How long have they been at Ravenmoor? Could it be them?
Austin was the same as well. He attended meetings, reviewed reports, doing all the work a duke must do. But at night, when they were alone in the room, he would sit at his desk with old ledgers and documents spread around him. He kept reading the same documents over and over, looking for something he might have missed.
"I keep looking at everyone differently now," Alina said on the first evening.
"So do I," he replied.
