"Are you sure this is the right direction?" Georgianna asked her for the fifteenth time, looking around visibly nervous.
"Ask me again and I'll send you back to the castle." Isadore replied dryly.
With the headache that continued to torment her relentlessly, the inclement wind that blew icyly, freezing her bones, and the fear that their escape would be discovered soon she was not in the mood to put up with the girl's qualms.
"I don't think there's any library on the horizon." Georgianna muttered, adding something under her breath that Isadore just ignored.
“We're close and for heaven's sake will you stop looking like a terrified bunny, they're all watching us.” she chided her because her agitation was drawing attention to them.
There weren't many passers-by on the pack roads, the co
