Kaida
I had not thought this part through.
I had thought through the disguise, the money, the cover story, the fake k.idnapping, the destination. I had lain awake for two nights thinking through every detail of this plan with the focused desperation of a woman with nothing left to lose. And somehow, in all of that meticulous planning, I had failed to account for the fact that there was only one horse and I was going to have to sit on it with him. In a formal wool dress with a skirt that was not made for sitting astride a horse.
“Why don’t we just shift and run?” Maggie said, with the cheerful practicality of someone who was feeling quite sensible about everything. “It would be faster.”
Jace looked at her. Then he looked at me.
“Wolves leave a scent trail,” he said. “Anyone tracking us
