Chapter 137

To her surprise, he did answer. Evan drew back his seat.

“We are going to drop this vehicle two miles down the road. There’s an out croppinng of rocks, a bus waiting to take us to Lorca.” She might not be a messy sleeper but she was a messy eater. Crumbs of danish bread on her lap and shirt still stuck there. Lorca? That meant Greece. Was he trying to prove that despite the long hours, it took two days via bus to reach Athens, no one would come looking for her because they hadn’t yet?

She curled her hands under her thighs, leather seat squeaking as she sat upright.

Another dream. Another place. Another time.

Camila didn’t dream of the healer for two nights.

The last dream was the healer riding south. She never arrived to see her. Camila had waited at the gates, mistweaving a cloak to keep herself warm, and only a few market carts had passed by. At dawn, she rented a horse. Tessa followed the trail north, checking the map at each turn. Had the healer taken a wrong path, returning hom