whoop as they cleared the forest line. A lone figure sat crouched on the old battlement, waving as soon as they were in sight.


    Swaying on her feet, Vivienne explored the carriage interior. Toward the front of the carriage lay an enormous feather bed, taking up the first third of the space. At the foot sat a pair of built-in bookshelves.


    Holy shit! Top to bottom, the armoire held weapon after weapon. Arbalists, bows, arrows, fire bombs, throwing knives, and a few weapons that Vivienne couldn''t place.


    Rognan.


    now!" Milo pushed the pair out the door. They ducked down beside the carriage, heads poking out, staring at the open door.


    fuck is that? Did he pop out of that book?" Vivienne said, the color draining out of her cheeks.


    possessed book!"


    bound to the book, I do not possess it." His sharp teeth flashed in the lantern light.


    you?" Her voice quavering.