6
It was neither food nor the border that awoke me, but a hard bump in the road. I started awake and looked around the carriage. For a moment the cramped interior confused me, but the awful memories soon swamped my mind. I shuddered, though not only because of the remembrances. There was a deep chill in the air that sank into my bones. I snuggled closer to Tristan’s warmth and looked up into his soft, relaxed face. Sleep had him in its throes. I glanced across the narrow gap at my two other companions, and my heart quickened. They, too, were fast asleep.
“Guys?” I called to them as I sat up. None of them stirred. I returned my attention to Tristan and shook his arm. “Tristan? Tristan!”
There was no reply, and that oppressive silence frightened me. I leaned out the window an
