Chapter 19
Say it for What it is
Rhosyn wasn’t there when Evra woke. It was just after dawn, he guessed, by the way the morning light spilled in through the slats of the boarded windows.
Nothing about the prior night felt real. As he shrugged off the rest of his sleep and embraced the splitting headache that greeted him promptly after, he was reminded of the time he’d gotten into his mother’s brandywine stash. How he’d imbibed the dark burgundy liquid with startling lucidity, only to see it through hazier eyes the following day.
Evra caught sight of his trousers farther down, tangled in a swatch of hay. His shirt... ah, well, he was lying on that, and when he yanked at it, the soft fabric was replaced by the scratchy straw beneath.
He shrugged the shirt over his shoulders. The muscles
