Chapter 15 Philippe
The moon hung high in the sky, her soft rays taunting Philippe with the idea of sleep. His thighs ached from the countless hours of riding, and he was sure the inside of his ankles would be raw from the friction. He was grateful for two things: that they had decided to tie him to the horse, lest they punish him for falling, and that in the nearly full moon gave off enough light he could see Shauna from time to time in the distance. Her now shaggy blond hair glowed a soft copper as the torches of the Dark One passed her.
He watched as, over time, she collapsed in on herself, sure she was feeling some of the same things he was: tired, afraid, and worried. But then she"d pop up, looking around to see if anyone noticed the movement, and pressed herself up in her seat, tr
