The packhouse swallowed her whole the moment she stepped inside.
The warmth, the smell of wood polish, cooked meat, damp stone. Then noise. Wolves talking, laughing, arguing. Servants moving quickly with trays and linens. Guards stationed at every corner, their eyes sharp and senses sharper.
Giselle straightened her posture, slipping back into her role. She kept her head down, quieted her steps, making her presence unnoticed.
Even as she avoided drawing attention, she couldn’t help but think about how the afternoon went. Enrique’s smile. His hand cradled behind her head as they fell. His voice, asking if she was okay. If she was comfortable.
She pressed her lips together. This was dangerous. Not because she didn’t trust him, but because she trusted him too much.
Her mind drifted to th
