“I think it’s wheat, but I’m not sure.” She glanced over her shoulder at the sisters before she murmured, “Perrin hasn’t been eating for days.” She raised the heavy lid to scoop out a handful of grain. “Maybe.” Emeline led her over to another bin at the back of the granary. “What are you on about?” The hoarse sound of her own voice made her stomach surge, and she tried again. They had no food other than the stingy rations the guards tossed in once a day. Throughout their ordeal she’d looked after everyone without complaint, even ignoring her own wrenched shoulder and badly-bruised jaw to tend to their injuries. She looked up at Emeline, the black-haired Scottish nurse who had been taken with her and the two Thomas sisters. If by some staggering stroke of luck she ever made it back to the twenty-first century, she was never again stepping one foot off that bloody cruise ship. Working double shifts as a sous-chef in the Atlantia Princess’s busy, cramped galley had never left her feeling this filthy or knackered. Her entire body felt like one great minging bruise. Since being taken from her time she’d been subjected to malicious beatings, beastly conditions, and constant starvation. Staying alive didn’t make her heart glow with gratitude. For that she should be grateful, as she had only the torn, dirty clothes on her back and her sodding safety shoes, which had started to come apart at the seams.Īs long as her mind didn’t do the same she’d be aces. The storage building’s thick stone walls had no windows, and something heavy barred the only door from the outside. They might have been here a week, a fortnight, or even a month.Īt least the bitterly cold gusts couldn’t get at her in her new medieval prison. She’d tried keeping count in her head, but the rotten weather and her own exhaustion blurred one day into the next.

Her watch had been smashed during her last beating, and calendars probably hadn’t yet been invented in fourteenth-century Scotland. Silly as it seemed, she wished she knew what time and day it was. WEDGED IN A corner beside a wooden bin, Lily Stover listened to the winter wind wailing outside the granary. I send newsletters with details on new releases, special offers, and other bits of news related to my writing. Immortal Highlander, Clan Skaraven Book 2įacebook: /HazelHunterAuthor

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