Chapter 50 The Silence Of Snow

• The horse’s trot was steady, rhythmic. Ellie no longer knew how many hours they had been riding; she could only feel the warmth of Daelan’s body behind her and the protective weight of his arm, holding her firmly. She struggled to stay awake, but the soothing motion, the bone-chilling cold, and her accumulated exhaustion slowly overcame her. Her eyelids gave in before she could stop them.
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• Daelan noticed. His breathing grew deeper, slower. Without saying a word, he wrapped her in his thick black cloak, covering them both. Ellie instinctively nestled closer, unaware she was sleeping in the arms of the one who had taken everything from her.