Something was wrong.
Rhaena Burnie sat in the sunroom, fingers curled gently around a delicate cup of tea. The steam rising lazily gave the room a floral scent, but the governor's wife was not paying any attention to such mundane things.
Something was very wrong.
Elliot hadn't, in all this time, despite the efforts of so many, managed to break through what she had done. It was impossible, of course.
How, then, had Ariane?
Memories surfaced. Glenn Burnie, his anger upon discovering her plans for Ariane Emory. The final argument that pitted the two against each other through the bond that once held them closer than any.
Ah.
Rhaena rang the tiny bell beside her chair, summoning an immaculately dressed maid.
"I wish to speak to the vice-governor."