Chapter 15A brisk breeze swept through the cave, bringing with it the distinct scent of fall. Pine trees and fresh gourds. Isabella’s favorite smell. Not to mention a welcome change from the choking heat.
She stretched out, surprised at what she didn’t feel. Her body wasn’t aching. There was no chill creeping through her veins. She felt . . . normal. Well, the closest thing to normal she could reference. Maybe it had something to do with fresh air.
Her gaze landed on her drawing from the night before. Another dream about Rufus had haunted her in her sleep. Weird. She hadn’t thought about him in years, and now, all of a sudden, she was dreaming about him, drawing him. Just like in her illustration, though, he was different in the dream.
It was his eyes that struck her the most. Instead o
