Ayda’s POV

“Lady Narcissa would like a word with you.”

The coach was late, and the stable hands were too busy attending to the various guests’ horses and carriages to offer help there.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Nicolette breathed.

The wind was an awful tempest outside, sharp and cold against your skin, leeching any warmth straight to the bones. The sky was an aged bone-white dome ...