The carriage rattled along the cobblestone road, carrying Silica and her silent attendant.
Inside, the air was thick with her simmering frustration. Silica sat stiffly, her back straight and her fingers drumming impatiently on the polished armrest.
"That sneaky little brat," she muttered. Her sharp glare was fixed on the carriage wall as if she could will her frustration into submission. "Because he ran off, I'm the one left dealing with all this nonsense. Just wait until he dares to show his face again, I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget!"
Across from her, the attendant sat quietly, her gaze lowered to the floor. She dared not interrupt the storm of her mistress's fury, even as Silica's muttering filled the confined space.
The academy gave that card for personal use, so they had the right to freeze it. But she didn't think they would go that far.
Her eyes narrowed as she fumed.
