She’d been wrapped in a dark wool cloak, and against the dark velvet of the seat covers, she was virtually indistinguishable until she moved. He needed to see her, make sure she was unharmed, he felt to his left and found the candle holder empty. He climbed into the vehicle and scooped her up, removing her from the dark confines and brought her out into the fresh air. He carried her over to the field where the driver stood with his carriage horses.
The ground was wet, so he knelt down holding her and waited until the coachman set his coat on the ground before setting Elise upon it. She didn’t move, didn’t speak, and in fact was still deeply asleep. With only the glowing fog as light, he pushed her hood back and saw the bruises and dried blood on her face. When Huddleston came from behind
