Chapter Twelve
THE ENTIRE RIDE WAS a blur of nerves and panic. The pegasus would sway with the wind, or shift altitude, and I’d tense all of my muscles, trying to keep a grip through friction if nothing else. The first time I worked up enough courage to try to change my position—heart in my throat, my imagination conjuring images of how I might slip—a blow to the back of my head set my ears ringing. So my captor obviously wasn’t cool with that.
Part of me tried to keep track of where we were going, in the hopes of having some control over the situation. In order to have at least some sense of how to get back. We’d left the bounds of Rome in a vaguely east-ish direction, but that was all I could figure. Beyond the city’s vicinity, nothing looked distinguishable to me.
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