Chapter 18
I open my eyes to the twilit darkness of the cave.
I lay on the stone floor, my head resting on Rafe’s thighs. He sits on the floor, his back against the wall next to the crate. He’s asleep. His purple wings are wrapped around us and I feel cosy and warm against him.
Shadows from the camping lantern play on the cave’s ceiling.
My muscles are weak, like after a long training session, and I’m thirsty. I slowly raise my head, trying to sit up without disturbing Rafe.
“Hi”, Rafe croaks next to my ear.
“Hi”, I get up, not as gracefully as I wish, stumbling away. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you. I just wanted to get some water.”
I walk around Rafe to the crate. Surprisingly, the lid on the crate is featherweight, which doesn’t seem to coincide with the size or thickness of th
