Inside the carriage, Dolly hesitated before speaking, "My lady… when we return, if the heir asks about the matter at the Moon Temple… what shall we say?"
Caelith's gaze remained distant, her voice calm as she replied. "Not a word. You will not speak of this to anyone."
"Yes, my lady."
Silence followed like a dropped axe.
Her thoughts drifted, unbidden, to the events of the previous night. Her fingers moved unconsciously to the sachet at her waist.
How reckless it had all been…
By the time the carriage reached the gates of the Valehart residence, the steward had already come forward, lifting the curtain.
"My lady has returned," he said, falling into step beside her. "Was all well at the temple?"
"It was," Caelith answered lightly.
Her gaze flicked toward the scriptures Dolly carried. "I have completed the copying. See that they are delivered to my mother-in-law."
"At once."
