CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sophia felt every bump in the road as the cart rumbled its way northward, out of the city. She looked back in fear, expecting to find a mob pursuing them at any moment. She wasn’t sure what they could do if it happened. The cart couldn’t outpace a running man, let alone a rider. As they rolled their way through the outskirts of the city, their safety felt like an ephemeral thing, a fine soap bubble likely to be destroyed at any moment.
I think we’re safe, Emeline sent to her, and it was still strange, receiving sent thoughts from someone other than her sister.
“Who are you?” Sophia said. She realized how that must sound. “I’m sorry, you saved us, and I’m grateful. It’s just…”
“You don’t know why,” Emeline said. “And you’re worried that I’m only doing it because I have
