Faye curled her body into Sterlings as they rode away from the scaffolds. The frigid, damp weather had taken their toll on her petite frame. While she rubbed her hands together to warm them, Faye couldn't help but worry about what would happen to her next.
The emotional turmoil between her and Sterling was obvious, and she knew they were far from safe after what had just occurred. However, for now at least, they were both out of harm's way, where she could clear her mind and figure out what her next move would be.
The Duke sat beside Faye, his lips pressed together tightly, his muscles tense and coiled like a spring. The Duke could feel the sweat on his palms as he waited for the news to spread. He knew that once word of Faye's unique ability was released to the church and the Eastcarin empire, officials from both places would come to seek her out. They would try to steal his prized butterfly.
