Morning came too quickly. Or maybe we had just never really slept.
Either way, when I opened my eyes, the world felt the same as it had before…cold, heavy… just a little harder to breathe in.
I pushed myself up slowly, my body protesting immediately, every muscle stiff and sore from the cold, from the walking, from everything we had already endured.
“Morning, blondie,” Warrin muttered, voice rough.
“Debatable,” I said. That earned the faintest huff of air from him, not quite a laugh, but close enough. Krystal was already awake, her movements efficient as she began packing up. Her eyes flicked toward me briefly. Not distant. Not angry.
“We move now,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.
“Storm’s gone. We take advantage of that.”
We didn’t waste time. The fire was smothered, the tent
