THE NEXT TIME I WOKE, daylight cast brightly over my face.
This time my eyes flew open easily.
There was a thick canopy, woven with strange patterns, above my head. It stretched right over the bed and draped down on either side, then tied at the bases of the ornately carved pillars.
I squinted in confusion. Why am I in a four-poster bed?
I shifted experimentally, pressing down. My fingers met a soft, downy mattress. I rolled my head to one side, feeling the lush pile of pillows beneath me.
Is this some kind of hotel?
My heart squeezed with elation. Had we been rescued? I must have passed out because I couldn’t remember how we got here. The memories leading up to this moment were a dark blur as well.
I had a faint memory of the delicious smell of woodsmoke, and the sound of our capto
