The road seemed endless. The cold seeped into the corners of the carriage, and the rhythmic sound of the horses' hooves gave a false sense of security. But all false security, sooner or later, is shattered.
The sun was beginning to rise over a dim horizon, tinting the sky a sickly gray. Mist crept low to the ground, covering the road with white veils that swallowed the vision. The carriage's rocking motion faltered for a moment. A harsh, creaking sound echoed beneath the wheels.
"Damn it..." Garrick growled, tugging on the reins. "This wheel won't last much longer."
The carriage slowed to a stop with a sharp screech.
Damon opened his eyes immediately, straightening in his seat. His instincts flared, but the insolent smile didn't appear this time. Only a watchful, sharp gaze that followed the movements outside through the small gap in the curtain.
"What happened?" His voice was strained.
"Wheel," Garrick replied from outside, without looking back.
