The carriage swayed gently as it rolled over the uneven stone roads.
The faint clatter of the wheels and the soft snort of the horses masked any small sound inside.
Jerald spoke again after a long silence.
"My lady… that man is dangerous."
Fiona didn't argue.
"I know."
"He appeared and disappeared without a trace... I could not even sense when he moved. If he wanted to harm you earlier, I wouldn't have been able to stop him."
His grip tightened on his knee.
"That alone is reason enough to cut contact with him, yes?"
Fiona lowered her gaze to the book resting on her lap.
The Guide of Malum quietly sat there.
"Danger isn't the main problem... Everything related to the supernatural is dangerous after all."
She paused, recalling her father's words.
"Father used to always say every business deal is two-sided. If one side gains everything and risks nothing, then it's not a deal... but a trap."
She gave a small smile.
