"Don't worry, the message was too incoherent for me to make any sense of it."
Serena regarded the marques suspiciously. How was she so sure that he wasn't lying to her?
"And what makes you think that I'll believe that?"
Marques Spencer shrugged at Serena's unrelenting tone and twisted eyebrows. She was the one who accepted his offer for a betrothal anyway, so he had little or nothing to say about her character.
"Well, you believed it all the other times I told you."
Serena opened her mouth the retort but no words came out. She bit her lip in anger, he was always good with words and she was his polar opposite.
She looked around the extravagant tent. They were in the mountains spying on some suspicious activity at the borders. Since Fabian had been captured, most of his loot had been seized and burned to a crisp. Fairly ninety-five per cent of his men have been apprehended, she was just here making sure that they didn't miss anything.
