Astrid stretched herself awake, rolling her shoulders and arching her back, then suddenly jolted up. Her glance went directly to the bed, and sure enough, it was empty. How did Vevina sneak out without her hearing it? She shook her head and coughed a laugh, recalling how Astrid intended to teach her to move about unnoticed and that she apparently already possessed the skill.
Astrid stood with a stretch again, working the stiffness out of her back and legs, and stopped abruptly, glancing down at the blanket. She stared at the crumpled piece of wool and fought to remember.
It hit her like a punch to the gut, and she almost stumbled back from the blow. She had woken in the middle of the night, her blanket pulled up over her shoulders, the fire stroked, and thought she had seen her wife peek
