She woke six hours later on the sounds coming from the living room. It was faded, like something was pushed over on the table and for a moment she believed it was nothing more than a rat until it knocked over one of the cups. Her eyes opened slightly to check the window, but it was still closer to dark than daylight.
She should cover it up before Bascun woke, she thought for a second, but then the sound repeated itself and she pushed herself up on her elbows. Continue reading “Kinswoman – chapter 9”