Annie's POV:
Before the carriage pulled away, Elena had stood at the edge of the tree line, her burgundy cloak wrapped around her like armor, watching Jasper disappear into the sea of warriors.
Then her entire demeanor changed.
I saw it through the carriage window.
The way her spine straightened. The way her head snapped toward the front of the column. The way her hands unclenched and then clenched again, harder this time, her nails digging into her palms.
She was looking at Alexander.
No. She was looking at his horse. At the way he rode. At the set of his shoulders beneath that dark cloak.
The grief left Elena's expression. Cold calculation replaced it, the same look she had worn when she planned my death.
I'd seen that look before. On her face, in the rose garden, when she'd talk
