"Ten minutes is more than enough," I replied, checking the small leather pouch at my waist. Inside sat a handful of dried sage, my silver shears, and the folded parchment containing Lisa's letter.
"What about your trunks?" Ray asked, looking toward the corner of the room where my packed luggage sat.
"Leave them," I said flatly. "If the guards see trunks being carried toward the postern door, the whole courtyard will be on alert before we hit the treeline. I'm taking what I can carry on my back. When Nash wakes up tomorrow, I want him to find an empty room."
Ray looked at me, a mixture of awe and residual fear floating in her dark eyes. "He's going to tear this territory apart when he realizes you're gone, Chloe. Even with the mark on Tabitha's neck, his beast has been wild all week. If
