Chapter Thirty-One
I wasn’t sure how muchtime passed before I woke. I winced at the stabbing pain in my temples. The hood still covered my head and kept me from seeing where I was and my hands were tied behind my back. Wherever I was, it was on the move. The floor I was crumpled on vibrated and swayed with movement and the squeak of the wheels was familiar.
I was pretty sure I was back in a prison cart.
Tears and frustration clogged my throat, but I swallowed them back. I had to stay calm and wait for my first opportunity to escape. My kindreds would come for me.
Unless they believed I ran.
THE END
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