Chapter 35
My head pounded terribly, and for a confused moment I thought I heard my father’s voice. Then memory returned in an icy blast of fear, and I opened my eyes.
I was in a small tent, the canvas ceiling sloping up a few inches above my face. When I tried to sit, I discovered my hands were bound in front of me. My ankles were tied together too, and I thrashed for a moment in panic.
“Calm down, Rose,” Paulette said.
I turned my head sharply, causing a stab of pain, and saw her sitting cross-legged at the door of the tent.
With a deep breath, I managed to roll onto my side then awkwardly rock myself into a seated position. Judging by the angle of the afternoon light, perhaps an hour had passed. I had to get back to the castle.
“Let me go this instant,” I demanded, thrusting my bo
