In the forest, not far from where Ashlynn's companions were erecting a large tent to host her first meeting with someone from Blackwell County since this entire nightmare began, Ashlynn sat on the roots of an old cedar tree, staring into the deepest pit she'd ever seen. So deep, in fact, that the pit seemed to have no bottom no matter how intensely she stared at it.
The scent of wet cedar mixed with damp earth filled her nose, just like it had on that night seven months ago, and the damp chill air that filled her lungs lungs was the very same as the air she'd struggled to breath after Sir Broll kicked her ribs hard enough to crack them in order to prove that she was really dead.
