As the winter sunlight faded to dusk the next day, Morgan drove through a landscape that couldn’t be more different from the medieval heart of Kraków.
Northumberland had a history of invasion from the Romans and the Angles, to the Danes and the Normans, and the eternal battles between the Scots and the English, whose conflict still echoed in modern times. It was a wild place with a sparse population where rugged hills and moorland hid valleys of ancient woods. Shades of dull rust tinged the clouds above, like bloodstains upon the sky. A result of some pollutant rising in the air, no doubt, but Morgan couldn’t shake the lingering feeling of dread as they drove further north.
Jake sat in the passenger seat beside her, fueled by painkillers, his wounded leg bandaged under his jeans. Neither
