Kaida
The carriage was not what I expected.
I had expected bare boards and the smell of other people’s journeys. What I got was cushioned seats in dark green velvet, a small brass lamp that swayed gently with the motion of the road, and a lap blanket folded on each seat that was softer than anything I had slept under in the last three weeks.
Maggie and I sat across from each other and did not speak for a while. I leaned my head against the window casing and closed my eyes. Fighting the constant pull of Lord Vance was giving me a headache, but the consequences of not fighting it were unthinkable.
The wheels found the road and the horses settled into their rhythm and Havenhill fell away behind us in the dark. I pressed my hands flat on the velvet seat and tried not to think about the arm
