Emma.
It was cold. I didn't know winter could be so cold up the mountains. Frankly, I had never imagined what life had been up the mountains.
The tower was cold. But the hearth was filled with burning wood each night and I didn't have to feel the sting of the cold.
However, out here at night, with nothing protecting me from the cold but the flimsy cotton fabric, I was shivering with each step.
I looked back and the fence was far off. The gate now locked. I said a quiet prayer that Cassidy would be fine. That she wouldn't get into trouble.
“I just have to get to the car," I muttered to myself as I heaved heavily and strutted down the forest.
Finally, I saw it. A saloon car parked beneath a tangle of branches, its dark shape barely visible in the night. Relief washed over me and I
