Chapter 6
They were a day’s travel from Bucharest. Kris stood at the side of the wagon, leaning against it. Nack had already led them out of civilization, and they were traveling slowly down an old trail back toward the Kingdom. It was slow going, but they were making progress. The weather was turning colder, and icy spray had been falling for a few hours.
It was evening, the sky darkening rapidly. A few feet off the side of the trail knelt Nack. He was building a roaring fire. How he did it with everything as wet as it was, she had no idea. Tawni was standing next to Kris, watching Nack.
And her parents were huddled around the fire, warming their hands.
She’d felt too guilty about leaving them. No matter what they had been through, no matter how much resentment she had toward them for
