The Kindling Heart
“She was cold. Her head ached and she found her mouth and hands bound with strips of cloth. She was lying on sour straw, and she dared not guess what else. Frowning, she struggled to recall how she came to be here and then remembered Effric.
She wriggled, chaffing at the bindings. Effric hadn’t tied them well. Muffled sounds filtered through the darkness. She stilled her beating heart to listen. Laughter, the clinking of cups and several raucous songs revealed the sounds of the evening meal, ind...icating she was near the hall. Hope leapt in her breast.
It didn’t take long to free her hands and her mouth shortly thereafter. Crawling through the pitch black, she located the door and wriggled the latch. It was jammed. Should she scream for help? If she did, who would come? Ruan had warned her of the men in this place. Where was he? Did he even know she was gone? Did he even care?
Something ran across her foot, and she screamed. It squeaked. She shuddered. She hated rats almost as much as she hated the darkness and riding horses.MoreLess
She wriggled, chaffing at the bindings. Effric hadn’t tied them well. Muffled sounds filtered through the darkness. She stilled her beating heart to listen. Laughter, the clinking of cups and several raucous songs revealed the sounds of the evening meal, ind...icating she was near the hall. Hope leapt in her breast.
It didn’t take long to free her hands and her mouth shortly thereafter. Crawling through the pitch black, she located the door and wriggled the latch. It was jammed. Should she scream for help? If she did, who would come? Ruan had warned her of the men in this place. Where was he? Did he even know she was gone? Did he even care?
Something ran across her foot, and she screamed. It squeaked. She shuddered. She hated rats almost as much as she hated the darkness and riding horses.MoreLess
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