I grumbled, but let them drag me along.
Even as suspicion prickled at the back of my mind.
Mara, practically vibrating with excitement, led the way down the long marble corridor, while Elira walked beside me with a small, knowing smile that somehow made me even more suspicious.
"Where are we going, exactly?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Mara's back.
She threw a grin over her shoulder. "Somewhere nice! Trust us, Princess."
"Trusting you is how I ended up locked in the kitchen pantry that one time," I muttered.
Elira chuckled softly. "This time is different. No pantry involved."
"Forgive me if I don't find that comforting."
[ They're definitely up to something. ]
"Obviously," I muttered under my breath.
