It wasn’t the rain that woke Jaenelle late; neither was it the distant howling from the hills. The rain on the windows sounded to her like fingernails, tapping impatiently on the window and roof. She listened, eyes closed, for a few more moments of peace.
No sound had woken her, only an awareness that now was the time. She rolled
(
Read more... )
Comments 2
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment