What it boils down to is this: I need those meds. They’re the only thing keeping my blood pressure from flying up to join the comma club. But the farmacia in Roccastrada has a limited supply. Same with the local hospital. A proper refill will require a trip all the way to the city of Siena. Given how bad the roads have been with all the storms lately, that means at least a ninety-minute drive each way. And Sasha seems to think that that’s just beyond the pale.
He is in my face, snarling, “You’re not cleared for—”
“—sitting in a car?” I snap. “Wow, what a strenuous activity. However will I manage? It’s almost like you—”
Jasmine snorts. “Ariel, you should really consider—”
Kosti chimes in, “The girl is not a prisoner. Let’s all be reasonable and—”
It all comes to a sudden and abrupt
