Chapter Fifteen
Fog
A cold morning mist blanketed the ground, making it difficult to see the road more than a dozen feet ahead of them. lifted the hood on her coat, but her face remained exposed to the biting chill. Her breath was a thick white cloud in front of her mouth, and her skin felt numb from the exposure. She sniffed, but didn’t smell any impending snow or sleet, which was good. There was no telling how close they were to the compound, or to the outer boundary where the battle lord’s sentries were posted.
A muffled cough caught her attention. She glanced at her husband beside her. During the night he’d developed what sounded like rough congestion, sometimes waking her when a coughing fit overcame him. Already his voice was a bit hoarse, like it was edged with grit. Despite her
