Chapter 27
I woke once in the night to find I was lying beneath the tree, Thorne’s cloak over me. I lifted my head and saw him still sitting beside me.
“Hush,” he said softly. “All is well. Go back to sleep.”
Reassured, I did.
The bustle of the nearby camp coming to life woke me: the clang of cooking pots, the sound of voices, the snap of sticks breaking to feed the fire. I lay a moment, comfortable on the soft mosses, and blinked up at the bits of fresh blue sky visible through the screen of evergreen branches. It was early, judging by the slant of the light—not much after dawn.
I stretched, finding I was not as sore from my tumble into the ravine as I’d feared. Finally, I sat up, sorry to find that Thorne was gone.
His cloak still covered me, though. Another loaf of bread, half wra
