Lucrezia walked to the cold. It wasn't the gentle stormy chill she'd grown up with, but a cold that crawled beneath skin and bone, seeping into her blood like poison.
It'd been half an hour since they left the carnage, and they'd been walking nonstop to a destination she knew absolutely nothing about. Her feet were numb from the cold, and her body ached so badly her muscles hurt, but the self-determination on parting the bluster back there was greater than her pain. Lucrezia couldn't understand the reason she was sent away, but it left her worried for him.
