Evelyn
I wake to the braying of a horse, a consistent shaking vibrating my head. I open my eyes blearily, pulling my head away from the tremulous surface.
I’m in a carriage, the shaking caused by the high speed at which we’re racing somewhere. And Minister Coltain sits across from me.
“Minister Coltain?” I say with confusion. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so close to him before. Based on who his daughter was, I’m not particularly excited about any proximity to him.
His gaze slides to my right, and I follow his line of sight. Lucas sits next to me, reaching out to brush his knuckles against my cheek. “I’m sorry,” he says.
This must be a dream. There’s no situation in which I would be in a carriage with Lucas and Minister Coltain. And why does my head hurt so much?
The memory of Lucas kn
