Chapter 18
I jostled about in a cold seat, my nose frozen, and forced my eyes open as fresh air rushed into my lungs.
My vision sharpened to reveal a small carriage around me, walls covered in lush, black fabric, silver studs peppering the frame of the windows and door. Áine sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other, studying me with a raised brow.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked, sounding calm, as if she hadn’t just kidnapped me.
I frowned, gritting my teeth. “Of course I didn’t.” I looked outside the window to discover we were rushing through the forest with extraordinary speed. What was pulling this carriage, dragons?
“Where are we going? Take me back to the palace—now.” I trembled so hard but refused to let her see. She didn’t seem to be the kind of person who was swayed
