The wait was long.
I had been sitting there with my broken leg for… hours?
It was getting dark, and I had to create light. The lamp I usually carried with me was on the horse.
The intensity of being on guard constantly was exhausting.
But what could I do, kill them?
I mean, I would, once I sensed I had no other choice, but I wanted to get out of this alive and free.
Thankfully, the pain kept me awake. It was also distracting, but it didn't let me get asleep.
An entire night of sitting there, watching my enemies from afar, circling.
Where the hell were the police?
In the morning, Mr. Throop came again.
"Would you like some water, Mrs. Bedwen? Food?" he offered.
I was sure whatever he would give me would be contaminated. Sleeping drugs and magic blocker, at a minimum.
"No, thank
