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I slept on the bed while Finn curled up near the fire. Lying under the heavy blankets, I clutched the stone pendant, trying to promise myself I was brave enough to sleep. As the storm’s wrath began again, I finally drifted off.
When I woke in the morning, the storm hadn’t changed. So little sun peered through the thickness of the rain, it was nearly impossible to tell day had come at all. The floor creaking as Finn paced was the only thing that dragged me from my dreamless slumber.
“What’s happened?” I asked as soon as I managed to remember where I was and what we’d come for.
“Nothing.” Finn stopped midstride. “Just lots of rain and a bit of thunder, but now that you’re awake, we might as well go and eat.”
I rubbed my hand over my face. “Why don’t you go down and order us some food
