Rowan stared at her, his gaze lingering for a second, confused by her sudden, bright energy. He looked at Carcel, who was a dark, unmoving shape in the shadows, and then, seeming satisfied, he replied. " Soon." He turned back to Weston with a final, booming laugh.
Ines pulled back, her face vanishing into the dimness.
And the smile? It was gone.
She turned back to Carcel. Her face was serious.
"I am your friend," she said again, her voice low, intense, and final. "See it as you are helping a friend. Who is in need."
She sighed, a calculated, weary sound. "I have never written that much before. Not in one night. After Edith brought me my... my 'diary'... I wrote for hours. And now... now I am beginning to understand when I read the other books. It all... it all makes sense now."
She leaned in, her eyes, in the darkness of the coach, shining with a terrifying, unholy light.
