"So, it was Brinley and Ena Thun?" Rosalind's voice trembled with anger as the mention of Ena Thun made her blood boil. Her eyes pierced Lachlan's serious demeanor. "So... they attacked you, and she," her gaze shifted to Josephine, "somehow saved you?"
Lachlan nodded again, his expression grave. "Yes, we have been traveling together for weeks."
"You traveled with a sorcerer?" Rosalind asked, her disbelief evident. How could a member of the esteemed seven families, known for their arrogance, be associated with a sorcerer? She always thought that Lachlan and the rest had a strong disgust for the ones who can wield darkness.
"Yes," Lachlan replied simply.
Josephine, looking confused, chimed in, "Is there any problem?"
Rosalind cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Nothing. Let's have some refreshments first..." Her words trailed off as Magda walked into the room.
"I would like some food... I mean, meat. Real meat," Josephine declared.
