CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE - THE MIDDLE DRUID

Becky's glare intensified as Karina entered the office. "It's about time," she growled, her voice like nails scraping slate. "We have a task for you." Beside her desk stood Zaya, her usually serene face etched with a hint of worry. "It's Nancy," Zaya explained. "She's finally returning to the Manse." A sliver of relief pierced Karina's apprehension. At least it wasn't another reprimand. "We need you to fetch her," Becky continued, her tone clipped. "There's a carriage ready at the stables. A village a few miles north. You know how to drive?" Karina nodded, a flicker of curiosity sparking within her. "Nancy? I haven't met her yet." Becky scoffed. "No need to. Just get her here safely. And no," she added, her voice hardening, "don't even think about trying any funny business. You're still on thin ice." A wave of defiance surged through Karina, but she held her tongue. Arguing with Becky was a losing battle. "Understood, Lady Becky," she replied, forcing a respectful tone. With a c