Chapter 23
Yashiv struggled to breathe in the confines of the rolled-up rug. It was tight and the pressure pushed on his lungs, keeping him from taking a deep breath. He hoped the other men were doing better. He suddenly felt claustrophobic, a sensation he never thought he’d experience.
He’d been unable to move for the past hour. His whole body ached from the awkward position. If it came to a fight on their way out, he’d be useless. His muscles were locked in place, and he wouldn’t be able to lift a sword.
Suddenly, the cart stopped moving. Yashiv wasn’t sure if they were at the gate, or passed it. Were they safe, or still in danger?
“Yashiv,” Cassian’s voice called beside his head. Master’s words were muffled through all the layers of the rug. “We’re far enough away now. Hold on a mom
