53
Ryan
Stefan was the first to wake at the sound of a visitor. Anabella stirred behind him, wincing as the aches from spending another night on the cot when she unfolded her limbs. The hard bed gave her a glimpse into how she might feel in another decade, if she lived long enough to greet her middle age.
Across the circular room, Wyat was already at attention. He had a hand on his sword, but he looked less concerned than curious.
The hooded figure was tall, though slight in figure, like a woman. But they didn’t walk like a woman. They’d entered the room with full, purposeful strides, and when they dropped to their knees, by Ryan’s bedside, there was nothing delicate in that, either.
The figure raised a hand. Across the room, the door slammed closed.
Anabella and Stefan gasped in uni
