Serena's hand on the reins tightened. She exhaled slowly and pushed back a strand of hair that had escaped the bun those women had tied tightly for her.
The ride to Blackthorn, by her estimate, would not take that long. But it had been some time since she was last here, and she had hardly paid attention to the pathway when Darius had ridden her in and out of the manor. She looked down at the floor in embarrassment.
She cleared her throat subconsciously, which drew Livia's attention. Serena gave her a tense nod and kept her gaze ahead.
She closed her eyes briefly. The expression of the Delegate unnerved her a bit. Her mind gave her no room to calm herself. The blonde woman bit her lip and sighed. Serena desperately hoped it was not a sign of recognition. She knew she looked different from the Ironshade wolves, but she had not expected to stick out like a sore thumb.
"Serena!" Livia hissed from her side.
