Disguised:
What started out as an exercise to take Helena’s mind off her stepfather’s failure to return after the fighting had acquired a mind of its own. Lane worked hard to keep up the pace, fighting to reach home before dark, but it was impossible, given the road conditions and the distance.
With two of Sigmund’s glasses of brandy inside her, Helena slept for a good portion of the way. His goal was to help steady her nerve, not to knock her out, but since she had never tasted brandy, it hit her hard. In the fading light, Helen clutched the locket that held Missy’s picture.
Somewhere between cities, Lane needed to stop and refuel. Helena woke, surrounded by the tallest trees she had ever seen. The waxing gibbous moon high in the sky gave sufficient light to view the road that cut thro
