CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
Tatiana groaned in her sleep. Something warm tapped her cheeks repeatedly.
She slowly opened her eyes, Bjorn’s face slowly coming into view. Her brows furrowed as she looked around. Everything was dark and silent.
“Bjorn? What—” she was cut off when Bjorn covered her mouth with his palm and hushed her. She sat down on the bed in the darkness. It was hard to see, but the slight light coming from outside allowed her to see their silhouettes and parts of their faces.
Morgan stood alertly by the door, his sword unsheathed in his hands. Bjorn placed a clean cloak over her shoulders and tied it for her. He then placed her small pouch over her shoulder and hid a sheathed dagger inside it.
Tatiana was still confused.
“What’s happening?” she whispered. Morgan only gav
