Troy
I woke with a start, the pain in my arm radiating up through my shoulder and my chest. I blinked against the sun as it beat down on the boat, tall grasses surrounding us as the boat bobbed gently in a small eddy, hidden from view of the main river.
Maeve was sitting with her knees to her chest, her forehead resting on her knees as she slept. Her hair was loose and falling over her, shielding her face.
Myla was limp in Cleo’s arms, her breath coming in short, pained gasps.
I got to my knees, using my good arm to grip the side of the skiff and stand just enough to peer over the top of the grasses, looking out over a wide, swampy area of the river.
How much time had passed? It was full daylight now.
This wasn’t right. None of this looked right.
When I had shifted and ran fro
