Chapter 9
- Riding fast. Footprints left in the snow of where they pass. He holds Lyn tight, but no town is seen for miles.
- “We could go back to Fen,” Leona suggests. He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even turn to look—he can’t hide his anger. Her lips droop, she knows she can’t make this right, not after failing so miserably.
- “Why…” she thinks to herself, wishing Atlas will answer her prayers.