*
The rumbling of the carriage was what woke Sierra. Her head felt fuzzy, and her eyes fluttered open very slowly. She could feel a wave of nausea descending on her almost immediately, and she felt something painful stab into her side.
The inside of the carriage was dark, and it took her a while before she realised that she had been shoved unceremoniously between two large crates with heavy locks on them. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her feet were tied to either crates tightly, so that she was lying down in a very uncomfortable position.
Oberon’s face immediately swam into her vision, and she jumped back in horror. He wasn’t actually there, but the memory of his expression before everything went dark remained with her. She couldn’t shake off the feeling, and the unbridled
