He and Camryn did not have long to wait before Reagan pulled up in the carriage. The journey home grew fraught with tension and awkward silence. When the carriage finally stopped, Prosper opened the door and stepped out before the horses had drawn to a halt. Jael greeted them, as he walked into the house ahead of Camryn. “Where is Parry?” Prosper demanded, removing his cloak to hand to her. “He had to deal with the Mistress, Master,” she replied, bobbing her head. “The Mistress is furious that I am not tending to her and threatened to harm Davian if someone did not see to her wishes,” she explained, dutifully. She looked terrified, as though he would be angry with her for Sienna's actions. “I see,” he commented, trying to stay calm. “Master Parry locked her in her suite and barricaded the door,” Jael admitted shyly. “Excellent.”
