Fiona sat waiting in the coach, despite the fact that she had a well-earned reputation within the family for her lack of patience. Waiting was something she had learned from an early age to endure.
She rested her head against the upholstered seat cushion and looked ahead until her eyes lost focus in the distance, blurring the dark surroundings of the small coach. She could have had the minion light the small lamps inside, but she didn't need the light to see, even if Elizabeth did.
Ciaran was thinking in the short term, about Prague. Fiona was not. She liked the city, the house, and it started to feel like it was truly a home before the attack had happened. Before they had met Klara and her clan.
Ciaran was content with the mutual non-aggression pact that was tentatively form
