Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Awesome.” I said as the half ruined cart came into view. We had walked over a mile down the road only to find our horses strapped merely by the leather hitches of the cart. One of the spokes was broken, the brake was none existent, the reins tangled and the side of the cart scratched. “With all your talents that you hold, is repairing a cart enough to get us home one?” Erik limped over to inspect the damage. He sighed heavily. “I really didn’t want to pay to fix a carriage today,” he said. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me with the carriage or with Raoul and Christine, but either way this sucked; we were miles away from the Opera House, we were both cold and tired and I was getting a strange headache that felt like a stormcloud was insid
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