Anaisa glanced down into the cave. In her rush, Emily had left without a lamp. There were one or two along the way, of course, for such contingencies, but stumbling along in the dark for a while would impede her progress.
Anaisa looked over her shoulder as the little crew prepared to obey the Count's order. Sanders leaned to pick something up out of the rubble the soldier had ripped away from the cave entrance. Perhaps a shard of one of the fake jewels.
Or perhaps those jewels were gone. Emily could have told Deborah by now that there was no need to keep sustaining the fakes and wasting her power.
Regardless, Anaisa did not draw attention to Sanders' behavior. Barnabas was still glaring at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him. It was incredibly childish and provoking, and it hurt her jaw, to boot.
