‘Come on.’
Cassraw’s voice startled her. He was standing in the doorway of the carriage, his hand extended towards her.
‘Come on. We’re home,’ he said.
Catching sight of the carriage driver standing behind her husband, Dowinne quickly gathered her wits and smiled winningly. ‘Sorry, my dear,’ she said, taking the offered hand. ‘Just daydreaming.’
As the door of their living quarters closed behind them, however, the smile vanished instantly, to be replaced by a look of angry sternness. ‘Now,’ she demanded of her husband’s retreating back. ‘Tell me everything that’s been going on before you take a single step further.’
Cassraw stopped and turned. He stared at her intently. His face wore a strange expression and, for a moment, Dowinne was afraid. She had always known that violence bubbled
