CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOThe Swift
I sat astride the tired horse as it stumbled through deep snow. She caught her feet in the undergrowth every few minutes. Heat radiated from the bruise across my back, giving a painful kind of comfort against the cold. My head ached and I resisted lifting my eyes or turning my neck.
Limah watched me. He swivelled in the saddle to observe my condition often. Dark brows narrowed into a solid line and his eyes searched for signs of my failing faculties. I tasted acid in the back of my throat, but the icy downfall stopped the blood spreading to a larger bruise.
“How did you get from the island to Forlornn?” I demanded, the question distracting me from my aches, despite its lack of importance.
Limah shook his head. “I used a shortcut. It’s not for you to know.” T
