The LureI sat upon the ground in a weed-infested courtyard, propped up on a stucco wall.
Little Ante bent over me. He looked blurry. “Are you okay?”
My head hurt. I felt a bit dizzy, and more than a bit sick. I nodded.
That made me feel worse.
“Let me go find help.” He ran at a half-crouch to a crumbling archway twenty feet to my left and disappeared around the corner.
Something about the way he moved ...
I felt groggy, exhausted. Then I remembered the carriage. The men. The blood on Honor’s face!
A surge of energy came over me. I staggered to a standing position, clinging to the rough wall.
My vision cleared. A gray-brown horse blanket lay upon the ground. The day was sunny, yet the courtyard was narrow as an alley: the sun didn’t reach into it.
I pushed my hair away from my face
