Kaida
Millie was still waiting for an answer.
I stepped into the music room and closed the door behind me and tried to decide where to begin. The harp stood between us, tall and gilded, a relic from some bygone master. Millie had set her hands in her lap and was watching me with those blue eyes that were so startlingly like her brother’s that it was difficult to look at them directly.
“My name is Kaida Hawkins,” I said. “I’m Lord Vance’s — “ I stopped. Bride was not a word I was prepared to use. “I arrived here eight days ago.”
“I know who you are,” she said. “Everyone knows. The wolf bride.” Her voice was neutral. Not hostile, not warm. “That doesn’t explain how you know my name.”
I sat down on the low bench near the door, mostly because I thought this conversation was going to take
