Chapter 34
Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
I, i.
Concordia wasn’t making any progress in getting out of her bonds. In fact, she was in a worse position now. In her attempt to test the strength of the chair, which seemed to give a little along the upright part, she instead succeeded in tipping herself sideways to the floor, sending a sharp pain along one of her already-aching shoulders. Please heaven she hadn’t broken anything. Her hair had come down loose over her eyes, but she had no hands free to push it back. Only a combination of shaking her head and blowing at it got it to move. Not that it mattered much in terms of sight—the closed-up car was now as black as pitch—but it tickled her nose and annoyed her. She’d had enough annoyances for one day, to say the least.
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