CHAPTER EIGHT
Winter
I awake to the sound of rustling outside my door. My heart races as I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. Was it Alec? Had he found me?
But as I strain to listen, I realize it's just Lavinia moving about in the main room of the cabin. I groan, feeling disappointed and a little foolish for getting my hopes up.
I get out of bed and stretch, feeling much better after a good night's sleep. I glance at the washbasin, thinking a splash of water on my face might do me good.
As I head out of the bedroom, I hear Lavinia muttering to herself. "Strange, strange...I've never seen this before..."
Curiosity piqued, I move towards the sound of her voice. As I enter the main room, I see her hunched over a dusty old book, muttering to herself. She looks up when she hears me enter, surprise registering on her face.
"Winter!" she exclaims, snapping the book shut. "Good morning, dear," she says softly. "I hope you slept well."