Dawn split the horizon, soft golden morning light seeping through the sheer gauze curtain of the carriage and spilling into the interior.
Alistair jolted awake to the gentle rocking of the carriage. His whole body felt limp and heavy, his limbs refusing to obey even the smallest command. Someone had definitely drugged him.
He forced himself to sit up, desperate to escape, but just then, the velvet carriage curtain was wrenched aside.
Rowena stood there, her figure suddenly blocking the light.
"Alistair, you're awake?"
Her eyes were bright and clear, her posture calm and poised. There wasn't a trace of the dazed, confused look she'd had before. She was fully, completely cured.
Alistair's brows snapped together, his eyes blowing wide with shock.
"Miss Fairmont, I spent two whole weeks
