Aria's pov

　　The carriage hit a bump, jolting us both. I could see the guilt eating away at Margery, but it did nothing to ease the fury roiling inside me. She may have regrets, but that didn't change the fact that she was complicit in this twisted scheme. I refused to let them break me. I had to find a way out of this, somehow.

　　"Is there no other way?" I asked, my voice softer this time. "You're risking everything by telling me all this. There has to be something ...