CHAPTER 18 Carriage Ride

　　Samantha pov.

　　The carriage rock slowly, a gentle rhythm as it moved along the road.

　　I had no idea where we are going and so far, Dracul hasn't been so talkative. War was sitting beside each other in the carriage and he looked consistently ahead.

　　There was a focused expression on his face.

　　I had gotten ready quickly, throwing a few supplies into one of my smaller trunks. They had been loaded up with the rest of the luggage and I had been the first one in the carriage. 

　　Dracul had swept in a few minutes later, giving order to the coachman, before sliding into the seat beside me.

　　My heart had been pounding in my chest. Maybe this was my chance for conversation. Maybe he'd tell me what was on my mind, what we were doing, what was next.

　　Maybe we could talk, and I could share what I knew. I had hope, the certainty that everything could be smoothed out.