They left as the sun began to rise, the shadows of the trees long and cold behind them.
The trio returned just after the sun had cleared the horizon. The estate was still in a tense hush, the servants moving with guarded efficiency. Liora dismounted, her legs aching slightly from the long ride, but her mind sharper than ever.
As they passed through the gate, Beatrice approached with a look of concern shadowing her features. "You should eat. All of you. I had the cook prepare something warm."
Lucien gave a curt nod and disappeared toward his study, muttering that he had letters to read. Rowan trailed behind him, already pulling out his notebook.
Liora lingered.
"Are they always like this?" she asked Beatrice softly.
The older woman gave a knowing smile. "Men with burdened minds are seldom gentle with their hours. But you…" She looked Liora over. "You're holding your own."
