The carriage rolled forward, and the forest began to thin around them.
Luna sat beside Ken, her eyes moving to the small window every few seconds like she was trying to memorise everything passing outside it. Leo sat across from them with his arms folded and his jaw set, the grinding of his teeth audible enough that it filled the small space between them.
Ken glanced at him. "You'll break your teeth if you keep that up."
Leo's glare could have cut glass. "Know your place, human."
Ken smiled. "My place." He let the words sit for a moment. "I'm not the one who manipulated his way into coming along. You were never part of the choice. It was always me."
