Ravan reluctantly remained beneath the tarp until he recognized a change in the road. He peered out from the beneath the tarp and realized with sudden panic that this mysterious woman was taking him out of Mael.
“No!” he demanded as he jumped off the wagon. “No, I’m not leaving Mael!”
The woman stopped the wagon and dismounted the box to face Ravan who jabbed an angry finger at her.
“Where are you taking me?” Ravan paused upon recognizing the reddish-brown curls flowing from the hood of the woman’s black cloak. “Evietta…”
“Oh,” the woman replied with a smile. “You remember me at last.”
Ravan glanced around and tried to remember where this road led, but everything always appeared different in the rune-speckled snow.
“Wh
