The sound of rushing water dragged Sienna out of a nightmare of screaming eagles with bloody talons. Her head thumped with pain. She opened her eyes to see the river running clear beside the hull of a little wooden boat. In the center, Jari paddled with her good arm, first one side, then the other, keeping the vessel in the middle of the stream. The air smelled sweet and pink cherry blossom rained down in a gentle breeze. It should have been idyllic.
Then Sienna remembered.
She lunged for the warrior woman, rage driving her forward. But ropes pulled her up tight and Sienna slumped back into the curve of the hull.
Jari turned her head, her expression closed and cold. “I never understood what Finn saw in you.”
“Where are you taking me?”
Jari nodded toward a bend in the river ahead. “You
