The ride back to the daycare was suffocating.
Lady Ellia sat on the opposite bench, her arms crossed tight over her chest, the hood of her servant's cloak pulled low. The shadows inside the carriage seemed to pool around her feet, swirling like oil in water.
She wasn't looking at me. She was muttering.
He looked right at me, she whispered, her voice hitching. He didn't care. He wants me gone. Just like you said.
"Ellia," I said softly, reaching out.
"Don't touch me!" she snapped, shrinking back into the corner. Her eyes flashed that sickly violet color again. "You're a liar too. Everyone lies."
I pulled my hand back. The air in the carriage was freezing, despite the midday sun outside. Mr. Whisper was working overtime, feeding on the rejection she had just felt from her father.
"We're here," Jax called from the driver's seat as the carriage jolted to a halt.
I opened the door. "Come on. Let's get out of this box."
