The morning is cold.
I wake up to find I'm much colder than I was when I went to sleep.
I blink a few times, looking around.
"Lucas...?"
No one answers me. He's not by my side, and he hasn't taken his mare anywhere.
She stamps her foot and huffs in annoyance, as if she's agitated that he's not around to give her attention.
My brow furrows. Where the hell did that idiot go?
"Lucas?" I call out a bit louder, peering around the campsite in case he's somehow lost track of the fact we're in the middle of a forest, and therefore impossible to just wander away from.
He might have gone off to relieve himself, but surely that idiot wouldn't go far, right?
"Lucas?!"
...But I'm not a heavy sleeper. I should have woken up if he got up. So why didn't I?
I suck in a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and listen as closely as I can.
...Nothing.
Nothing.
I can't hear him at all. He's not a quiet man.
