Vevina woke, her head aching and spinning simultaneously. She blinked several times to clear her vision and stared at the starless, night sky. At first, she thought the clouds rushed past the partial moon but then realized she was the one moving.
A sudden bump in the road jolted her and the cart she lay in, and she winced from the pain that resonated in her head. She raised a trembling hand to the back of her head, felt a sizable bump, and shivered. Not from the tender spot, but from the snow that fell, covering the light blanket that looked to have been carelessly tossed over her. She imagined she had traveled a distance from the keep, and hoped they had yet to leave Sinclare land, for that would mean there was still a chance of a rescue tonight.
She knew her wife would come. She had no
