18 Sam
“Just lay down Sam, Lady Taytra will ride up with Ward soon. You’ll see,” Miss Jean says, leaning back against the cart. But he doesn’t feel right lying down in the cart. All the others had lain around him, letting the bump of the cart begin to lull them to sleep. But Sam stays awake and alert and ready to fight with the little dagger Ward had given him. He peeks over the side of the cart and freezes, little hands tightening on the handle. The caravan made a collective gasp before the screams began, one cart after the next as they realize what is happening. He grips his knife so hard his fingers stretch, ready to pop. “Miss Jean,” he says, shaking the woman awake. How she could possibly sleep through the screams he couldn’t understand. “We need to go now!” He points at the approa
