The snow kept falling.
Adele had stopped trying to break the cage. Her arms no longer worked properly. She sat with her back against the sticks, and her knees were pulled toward her chest.
The chains connected her wrists and ankles.
Every movement made them scrape against the ground.
She looked down at her hands. They were trembling. She couldn't feel some of her fingers.
She rubbed them together.
"Tabitha..." She whispered the name.
She wondered where she was, and whether she was safe. She wondered whether her father had hurt her.
Adele swallowed.
She hoped not.
Tabitha had done nothing wrong. None of this was her fault.
Adele looked toward the snow.
Maybe someone would come. Maybe her father would.
Her chest tightened at the thought.
Torak.
She pressed her lips together.
She couldn't allow herself to think about him. If she did, she would remember the sounds. She would remember his face.
She would remember the way he had looked at her when Blackfen struck her.
