Serena blinked slowly and then turned to the door, half expecting it to be Darius. What a greddy heart she was growing. She blinked slowly and the brush nearly slipped out of her hand.
There stood Amara of Redfall. Serena swallowed and then raised a brow. Her dress was nearly undone, this woman had caught her at an awkward moment.
"How did you get in here?" Serena asked.
The woman looked her up and down and smiled. "I see that you have lost your sharp-mouthed stead."
Serena narrowed her eyes, she was referring to Charlotte. How did she even do that, Serena had not noticed she was trailing her as far as following her to her room. Serena's grip tightened around the handle of her brush, her knuckles paling. Somehow Amara's smile grew even larger.
"I thought eastern wolves were taught to greet their guests properly," Amara said lightly, her tone lined with mischief.
