Chapter Twenty-Two
Margaret wondered if she was lost. She did her best to look for anything familiar, but the trees, the paths, the brown and green, everything looked the same. She wondered if Angel was just taking her on a wild goose chase. She was so tired that she didn’t have her wits about her. Storm had tested her over and over, spooking at everything, and Margaret just wasn’t in the frame of mind to easily calm him. Everything was an effort. Her shoulders ached from riding for hours. Her hand and arm hurt so badly from leading both Mercedes and Storm, and her right shoulder felt as if she’d jarred it. Her neck was twisted into knots, and her head was pounding. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. Maybe that was why Storm suddenly spooked and pulled so hard he yanked her off An
