Elena
The young woman with brown hair and wide eyes holds a candle. The flame flickers, casting dancing shadows on the cabin walls.
"Elena," she whispers. "My name is Rosa. Paisley sent me. There is a boat on the river. I can take you to the other side. But we must go now."
I look at Ray. He stands by the fire, his amber eyes hard.
"Rosa," Ray says. "How did you find us?"
"Paisley told me where you were headed. She said you would need help crossing the river. Alexander's wolves are patrolling the bridges."
Ray walks to the window. He peers through the crack in the curtain.
"How many?"
"At least twenty. But they are spread thin. The boat is hidden in the reeds. If we leave now, we can cross before dawn."
Ray turns to me. "What do you want to do?"
I look at Rosa. Her eyes are hones
