He looked at me with that same fierce, unyielding devotion, but beneath his steady golden eyes, a shadow of profound inner turmoil flickered in the dark.
We were safe from the war, but we were completely alone in the wilderness.
The thunderous roar of the waterfall echoed off the high granite walls of the cave, muffling the steady patter of the mountain rain outside.
Warm orange light from the small, smokeless fire danced across the dry stone floorboards. Lisa was already asleep on her dry ledge, her breathing deep and even under the heavy wool blanket Ted had draped over her shoulders.
I sat by the crackling fire, grinding dried mountain herbs between two smooth river stones in a small wooden bowl.
Across the hearth, Ted sat on a low granite shelf, his dark wool mantle removed. He wo
