Lina Riley thought she was only fleeing from her own heart, never expecting to encounter such a situation that day. After the black market stall owner died, Lina took all those captives back to the inn.
Beatrice Byrd walked in front, Blanche Quinn at the rear. Throughout their journey, Beatrice did not speak a word.
Watching her lonely back, Lina couldn't help but step forward. "Are you alright?"
So different from her usual lively self, Beatrice merely gave Lina a calm look. "I'm fine."
Lina wasn't used to seeing her this way, so she patted Beatrice's shoulder, her expression sincere. "If you're upset, you can talk to me. Aren't we friends?"
"Friends…" Beatrice repeated softly, then smiled. "Everyone who's ever been my friend ended up coming to a bad end."