Chapter Fourteen
Tyson struggled to retreat from the quiet of his own mind. Fog invaded the space between sleeping and waking. A dim light came into focus as he opened his eyes. A candle sat on a table beside where he lay on the floor of a one-room hovel.
His eyes searched the darkened surroundings. When had night come? A thin pallet lay only feet from him, so why was he on the packed dirt floor?
His head throbbed, a reminder of what happened. Someone abducted him. Was this how Simon disappeared too?
His eyes flew to the door as voices entered on the chilly breeze. The Hood could stand just on the other side of that door.
Tuck’s words came back to him. He truly believed the Hood was a force for good. But no one good abducted a prince and held him prisoner.
A hand pushed the door flap
