Morgan
I pulled my cloak tighter around my body, still hating the way the fabric scratched against my skin. But without access to any of my own coats, this was the best I had. I wasn"t sure precisely why Father insisted they were kept in a different place to my room, but I supposed it was probably something to do with control.
The workers at the Nest weren"t the only ones he wanted to control. I knew it came from a place of love, or that it had certainly started out that way, but I could safely say that I wasn"t a big fan of it.
The wind rustled through the leaves of the bush I was using to keep cover and I tried not to jump. This was possibly the most reckless thing I"d ever done, and it was certainly putting me on edge. Even more so than when I"d tried to escape.
I tempered my breath
