Chapter FourThe faint light of morning struggled through the thick cloud cover. Robin stared up, through the vent in the tent roof, at the sky. She should move. There were things to do. Instead, she lay perfectly still.
Addar was a soothing presence pressed up against the length of her body. The hair at the nape of her neck moved with each slow breath from his lips. She could count on one hand the number of times they had been alone together since the attack began. Robin could not bring hersel...