The next day, Selene found herself in a carriage returning to the very home she ran away from in the middle of the night.
To her left was Agnes who could not hide her nervousness and in front of Selene was the unwavering gaze of Xavier Blackthorn.
Selene tried to focus on the window and not on the man who was burning a hole through her head from how much he stared at her but she could not. She had already thanked him for the dress and the proper burial he arranged for Elsie. What more did he need from her?
"Is there something you wish to hear from me, Lord Blackthorn?"Selene questioned, deciding to give him what he sought from her.
"Not at all but if there is something you have to say to me then go ahead. Can't I enjoy the view?" Xavier asked, his gaze still fixed on her.
Selene didn't see anything wrong with him looking but he was staring too long. "You are enjoying having to go there. It might not go well."