THIRTY
Portia waited until her sisters had fallen asleep before she crept over to the window. Despite their protestations about receiving kind treatment from the Wolf, their journey from their burned homes to here could not have been an easy one. They would sleep for some hours yet – so soundly, perhaps, that they wouldn't notice her absence at all.
Night air puffed through the window, chilling her bare arms. It was colder out here on the loch and the stone walls seemed to drink the chill, making the castle colder still.
Portia dressed quickly, trusting her long skirt and cloak to protect her from the biting breeze. Stockings and shoes would only slow her down tonight.
Her bow and quiver might come in useful, though. She slipped her finger into the quiver, questing until she found w
