Luna might have been rash in her decision to accompany Cederic into the Winter Woods.
"Cederic, where are we headed?"
He nonchalantly shrugged, his indifference palpable. "You're unnerving me," she confessed softly.
"To think my mere presence doesn't terrify you!" Cederic retorted with a playful smile. "Seems my reputation isn't as fearsome as I believed."
His gaze raked over her, assessing, as if appraising a piece of merchandise, perhaps a horse at a market, or something even more degrading. He let out a soft chuckle.
"Should I interpret that as a threat?"
"Only time will tell, My Lady," Cederic replied enigmatically.
After traversing a seemingly endless icy terrain, Cederic signaled for a halt with a raised finger. His attention was focused on the skeletal branches of the bare trees, and for a moment, Luna wondered if he was communicating telepathically with someone unseen.
