Five days.
Misa etched a line across four others in the blank space of her sketchbook. It had been five days since Colvin Watcher had been impaled by the bull. Five days since Taketh Weatherbay had been crushed by the carriage. Five days since Hethel had been taken away. And each day wasted was another brick of guilt that Misa couldn't do more to find her friend and get her to safety.
With a sigh, Misa flicked through her sketchbook, mulling over the drab, gray colors that gave life to the images she'd imprinted on the pages. She paused when she reached the last sketch she had finished and felt her heart clench.
They never did finish Arthran's Plight.
Misa tossed her sketchbook on her bed and leaned against the soft mattress suspended on the wooden frame. She drew h
