Later that night, when Silvermist, Mila, and Adeline finally returned to their chamber, the atmosphere shifted the moment the door creaked open.
The warm quiet they had hoped for was nowhere to be found as Gail was already pacing by the window, arms crossed and scowl locked in place like she had rehearsed it all evening.
The second they stepped in, Gail snapped her head toward them, eyes burning."Where have you been? What were you doing—no, better yet, what exactly did you do this time, Sil?"
Silvermist barely made it two steps into the room before Gail's barrage of questions hit like a storm. Mila let out a long sigh, already reaching for her slippers, while Adeline shuffled behind them, visibly unimpressed by the drama awaiting them.
Gail didn't mention anything about trailing them earlier that day—about how she and Amethyst had followed Mila and Adeline toward the West Wing only to lose them the second they crossed into the Hall.
