Serena nodded. She would have to do some digging herself. That would be once she figured out how to sneak around in Ironshade without being followed or watched by sharp eyes. Her first visit would be to that older man, Merek, was it? The one Livia had left her with while running some errand or another, thought she could not quite recall his name. Yes, that would be a wonderful start. He had seemed harmless enough, kind even, in a gruff sort of way.
She glanced at Charlotte through the mirror. The other woman's eyes were unfocused, fixed on some faraway place. Serena wondered if she had expected to find her alone, and not in the afterglow of an encounter with Livia. It couldn't have helped her mood.
Charlotte was unusually quiet for a long moment. Her fingers tapped along the edge of the vanity before she spun around with a sharp, impatient sigh. "Must you take so long with your hair? The sun will have fled the skies by the time you decide on which bloody curl you want to pin down."
