Annamarie was right; the area was far too quiet. Aside from a wandering goat and the occasional birds, Serena had little company. The only visitors she'd had in the past five days were guards, undoubtedly there to monitor her.
It was the perfect setting to drive someone mad. No books, no chores, no clothes to mend, just endless waiting. She sat outside on a rickety chair, her hands twisting together as boredom gnawed at her.
The letter Darius promised never arrived, and there was no sign of any delivery. Annamarie had sent her a message via a crow, but Serena struggled to decipher the scrawled writing. The gist was that Annamarie had an assignment near the borders with Jack, the other man Serena had saved.
Do not leave this place without my permission.