Chapter 12
NORA SLAMMED INTO her bedchamber and let out an unla-dylike oath. Jack may have the necessary skills to get her safely to Boston, but he was not in charge! She would not be bullied and ordered about. They needed to work together.
Nora crossed the room and opened the false bottom in her saddlebag that protected the Philosopher’s Stone. She checked to be sure it was there, along with the vial of elixir.
The small quantity in the glass was all that remained until she could find Bridget. Bridget, the Scholar, had discovered how to extract the liquid from the stone. Try as Nora and Ben had, they had not been able to master the process. At least Rogan had never gotten his hands on the vial.
Out of habit, Nora checked the rest of the contents of the saddlebag. It held her healing herbs, soap, a journal, a dagger, and hidden in the false bottom was money. The contents weighed the bag down significantly, but she took it wherever she rode.
Nora meticulously replaced the contents of the saddlebag and latched it shut. She wandered the room, stopping at the window that overlooked the back courtyard. From there, she could see the lamps glowing in Ben’s workshop. She was irritated, certain that he and Jack continued to pour over the maps and make their plans. Plans for her! It was her quest, however, and she would execute it in whatever manner she saw fit. It was not Jack’s job to make all of the decisions, merely to protect her.
Or was it?
Where were the rest of them? She had heard nothing of Bridget, Will, or Fox since the battle. She didn’t even know for certain if they had survived. But she believed it so. She had to believe it. Nora could not accept that she was the only one of the four that still lived. Surely she would have felt something happen to the others. But as the years went on, she found it difficult to keep faith.
Shifting away from the window, Nora paced the room and returned to look out into the night. The restlessness would not abate. She glanced over at her saddlebag, deciding to bring it with her and scout the area for signs of Rogan’s men. A fast ride in the moonlight was just what she needed.
A/N: Sorry this one is so short. This book was written as a novel and I'm breaking it up in the best way it makes sense. Also, if any of these strange, tenacious dashes sneak it, I'm trying to catch them all, but nobody's perfect. There's some weird formatting glitch happening.
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