"Why can I smell another woman on you?"
Tamasya's voice cut cleanly through the quiet interior of the carriage, sharp and direct, carrying an unmistakable edge.
She sat opposite Will, her posture was relaxed but her eyes were anything but that.
They were fixed on him with a penetrating gaze, as if she were peeling away layers of excuses before he could even speak.
The carriage they occupied was unlike anything Will had seen before. Its structure was elegant but strange, crafted from pale crystal-like wood etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with power.
The wheels never touched the ground. Instead, the entire carriage floated, carried forward by a pair of unicorns whose horns shimmered with prismatic light.
Their hooves moved through the air as if it were solid ground, leaving ripples of energy behind with every step.
