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Mara
Tham’s chest rose and fell under Mara’s head, keeping a steady rhythm even as the wind whipped the sides of their tent.
Elle lay curled up on Mara’s feet inside the layers of blankets they’d cobbled together to share. The weight of the dog numbed her feet, but it was better than the biting cold.
The flames of the fire tray licked the air, not caring how long it had burned. How long they’d been stuck in the tent.
I don’t even know how long it’s been.
The light hadn’t changed through the storm. Day and night had disappeared in a sea of waiting.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Mara tried to imagine she’d found her way back to Ilara. She was safe in her bed, Tham beside her. A fire crackled in the fireplace. The sun would rise to bring the morning…
And Tham would leave.
Mara bit her
