Chapter LXXV

Pink...

Blue...

Green...

‘...How... Tomorrow...’

Warm orange...

Nice orange...

Comfotable-

‘...Morning...’

I wish they’d be quiet, she thought.

‘...Beatrix..attack at dawn...’

Ye gods!

Where was she?

Her eyelids fluttered, her finger twitched. A moment ago she’d been comfortable, warm, safe. But the moment her eyes opened, everything came rushing back in a torrent that threatened to drown her.

The battle- Carla- Keiran- the outlaws- the retreat- the man last night- a funny smell- Aaron!

‘How are you, Cousin?’

And she didn’t have to see his face to know who had spoken.

The End

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