She didn't know what to say.
Andon never missed anything - and he wasn't wrong.
Despite her hatred for the blasted man, she felt things that never existed to her previously.
Things that would cost her any shred of peace she may find.
"Fear is what keeps people alive, Miss Stenly. If you weren't afraid, I would've thought you to be stupid."
She raised a brow.
"What is there to be afraid of?"
Just then, Redmare took the stage after the acrobats had left.
"What is that fool doing there?" Andon asked, talking a rich gulp of his wine.
The harpists and instrumentalists struck a country-side tune.
Claire instantly recognized the song.
It was about a lady whose background pushed her into a life filled with regrets.
Her father had made her learn the lyrics, because he had loved the song.
Claire wanted to cover her ears.
The man sounded worse than steel being hammered by a blacksmith.
And he changed the lyrics… to something very familiar.
