Claudette had been silent for most of the ride to the gateway of the Underworld.
Clement wasn't one to complain about a lack of conversation, though. And it's not like there was much to chat about. Most of the people they passed on the street left them alone. No one recognized them, anyway. The nondescript brown cloaks they wore worked well to conceal their identities.
'I really wished that damn prince had given me a heads-up about this.'
Yet to be fair, Clement had been late to their scheduled meeting the other day.
Not that it was his fault. Tyke had held him up with all his ramblings. He let him gush on and on, hoping that he'd hear how Seraphine has been doing. But it turned out that he didn't know much.
Clement shook his head at the memory, gripping the reigns tighter in his fist.
'At this point, I'm sure I would've preferred that damn prince's presence to the brooding brat riding beside me.'
