CHAPTER TWOAriana raised herself and looked around.
She had just spent the night on a straw pallet spread with thick furs. The bed had proved warmer than she might have expected, considering she was in a cave.
At the entrance lay the still smouldering ashes of a fire over which a black cauldron hung from a pole.
Last night Ariana and Bonnie had been fed some kind of stew from this pot and Ilir himself had served them.
After supper he had plied Ariana with questions, but she revealed little. He had then gone away, vowing that he would find out what he wanted sooner or later!
Throwing back her fur cover she rose from her bed. The morning felt cold and she shivered.
She had managed to k****e a weak flame when Ilir appeared. He put down a basket filled with bread and a jar of fresh honey
