She disappeared the moment the carriage stopped. It was hopeless to expect her wait behind - she wouldn't, he feared, even if he asked.
"Where's…" Andon's voice trailed off.
Even Andon noticed.
They exchanged glances ever so briefly before walking towards the entrance doors.
His uncle stood there with Aunt Adisa and Eliza. And someone else.
Garelle.
What was she doing here?
"Your Grace." His uncle clasped his hand, winking subtly. "Running this place has given me midnight back pains."
"Are you sure? I should think that it's the constant ramming into young maids that causes such a… discomfort." He said, only to the hearing of his uncle.
His uncle's face paled instantly.
Whta was wrong with him? Why had he said such a thing?
But he felt no remorse, only the need to lash out in whatever way possible.
He'd never felt that way before.
"You must excuse me." He said, planting a peck on Aunt Adisa's face and Eliza's before leaving.
