Wrath seemed skeptical about that but kept his troublesome mouth shut. “We don’t have much farther to travel, but, due to the ter‑ rain, it will likely take until nightfall to arrive at our destination.” A warm bath, a change of clothing, and a good meal were just what I needed.Īt the thought of food, my stomach grumbled loud enough that Wrath turned around to look, a slight crease forming between his brows. It wasn’t the worst night’s sleep I’d ever had, but it wasn’t comfortable by any means. I twisted from side to side, stretching out sore muscles.
That hope rallied me up from our makeshift bed. Maybe it was only a dream within a dream. I waited for the arrogant prince to mock what happened a few hours ago, but he gave no indication I’d been half‑ naked and writhing against him, taunted with a sinful illusion of our bodies tangling together. There was only a slight shift in the angle of the light and the way Wrath gruffly said, “Time to move,” that indicated it was indeed daytime. As if proving my theory correct, wind screeched in the distance, raising the small hairs along my arms. So far “overcast” was the preferred state of the atmosphere here.
Maybe the swift approach of the next storm was to blame. This world seemed to be stuck in a permanent state of twilight. Not that I could tell for certain what time it was.
Here it is – chapter 3 of Kingdom of the Cursed!ĭawn fought its way into our tiny shelter. Okay, I won’t torture you with an extended introduction.
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