She sneezed, her shoulders shuddering.
She dabbed at the little snot that ran down her nose and cleaned it on her dress.
Her once beautiful, white floral dress was now soiled with dirt and dust, from all the days of traveling with her former captor, who now lay dead in the abandoned old house.
An extra smear of nasal mucus would do the already filthy dress no harm.
After the battle that had occurred, Wayne had wasted no time retrieving her from the coffin. She had led them to where Moira had anchored her horse and cage, behind the house. Wayne had swiftly set her on it and climbed aboard, behind her.
Jason entered the cage to ride in it, as there was no other means of transportation. They were now traveling away from the hinterlands, heading for the central city. Using a shortcut Wayn
