The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

“She pushed me! That maid—” “Good job, Ressa. Keep up! Aunt Cecille, wonderful to see you. Get out of my way. Young Wernel, I notice you have a sword. Keep it sheathed or Ressa will do something about it. Is that Damia I hear screaming back there, Ressa?” “Yes, milady.” “Excellent. Wonderful lungs. She screams like a banshee, which puts me in mind of my sisters. All four of them. Let’s leave her behind, shall we?” The two accelerated their pace, forcing Lady Cecille Reinhart to chase after Magnolia while venting her fury. “How dare you, Magnolia! Is this the way you treat—slow down! Where are you running to? You haven’t returned to your estates for years and—slow down, I said!” Magnolia did not slow down. She rounded a corner of the mansion, brushing past surprised servants, navigating from memory. Cecille hitched up her skirt and ran to catch up. “The rest of your family awaits you in the parlor. They are demanding—” “When aren’t they? I haven’t the time to deal with them, Cecille. Make my excuses if you want, but I’ll only be here long enough to grab what I came for and leave.”

:) She's an amusing bulldozer, as long as you aren't the one in her sights.