A Storm of Accusations

Rosalind shot out of bed, her chest heaving as the remnants of the nightmare still hammered against her ribs. She threw off the silken sheets, her bare feet hitting the cold floorboards. The phantom scent of the prison camp still clung to the back of her throat, but the immediate reality of her bedroom anchored her.

"What do you mean she's gone?" she demanded, grabbing a dark cloak from the woode