CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE FoolhardyThe frigid air within the courtyard caught in my chest as Galveston swung us outside. Captivity had softened my lungs and they were unready to meet the onslaught of the chill. My body shook as though I’d been doused with freezing water. Galveston clicked his fingers and a fur descended around my shoulders. The soft hairs tickled my cheek. Looking down I saw the dappled markings of a rabbit and nausea rose from my throat into my stomach. “You kill creatures?” My voice sounded harsh and rasping. “Bees do not.”
Galveston shrugged. “Men do and always will. It’s economical to use up every part, is it not?” I groaned and he smiled at my discomfort. “Your little friend wore a coat made of skins and yet you travelled with him. Shiver if you’d rather?” His voice rose i
