Melody remained seated on the far end of the carriage, opposite Izaak. He studied her face for a moment before speaking, "You may fall out if the door opens accidentally."
Melody moved slightly away from the door while fidgeting with her fingers. She was supposed to say sorry to him, but words were not coming out of her mouth. Not only that she misjudged him on numerous occasions.
"Your Highness, where are we going?" Melody finally broke the ice, thinking the air might turn lighter between them.
"To punish the man who sold you to the slave house," Izaak answered.
Melody froze, her eyes wide and unblinking, words lodged in her throat.
"I admit I was impulsive last night. However, I harbor no regrets. My abrupt actions might have startled you," he confessed, "My form of apology will be to punish the man who had the audacity to sell you."
