Even now, despite the low rumbling of the wheels on the ground, despite the invasive chatter of dozens of voices in the streets outside, she could feel, perceive, and hear her own mana growing inside of her.
All that energy was like fuel to her flames. She needed something to burn- or someone.
Her small throat contracted as her voice box rang with new orders;
"Vin, change of plans. I'm not going home just yet- take me to the Howard estate. I have some business to attend to. . ."
The heavily bearded driver answered her above the ruckus of the streets;
"As you wish my lady."
Inside the womb of the carriage, the blonde woman felt the turning of the carriage as the driver changed direction. She placed her hand in the strap above to steady herself- wondering if she had made the right call.
The Howard family and the Russell family used to be two peas in a pod.
