Narcissa’s POV
There were worse places to be than rock bottom; never let anyone tell you otherwise.
The people loved a comeback.
“Sissy?”
Ah, sweet Callia!
She’d been the first to reach me when we’d been so rudely kicked off the estate of the Obsidian Moon pack. She’d gone back to recover our belongings and secure us a carriage. I’d been surprised by Callia’s ability to be level-headed enough to do that, but maybe that was the work of that little upstart Dahlia.
Where was the little bitch anyway?
I pressed my face to the glass of the carriage, searching for the little tramp, when my mind drifted elsewhere. Where were we going?
I didn’t know where we were off to in such a rush, and Callia didn’t say.
Not that I cared much.