The large moon in the sky was the only source of light in the carriage, but with Rosa's head resting against Kael's shoulder and his large gloved hand holding her cheek in place, not even the darkest darkness could disturb her.
We're safe now.
Neither of them spoke as the carriage moved slowly through the gloomy night. Flanked by knights on horseback, their caravan's unhurried pace was set by the other carriage carrying Silver. She had no objections even if the journey never ended.
... We're safe with him.
Wrapped in Kael's cape which concealed the ugly bite marks beneath, Rosa felt gratitude for the brief reprieve her cruel destiny had granted by bringing Drakemore's only duke into her life. When she clutched the cape tighter, his hand left her cheek and his thumb hovered over her wrist where the red marks from the rope and fresh scratches throbbed with a dull ache.
