Chapter Fourteen

I awoke to the savory aroma of venison roasting over an open fire pit.  An elderly woman stood diligently rotating the spit with a slow steady arm.  My stomach roared in response to the savory aroma that filled the night air.

I sat up with a start when I realized it was night.  I’d slept the day away and had no clue where I was. I also didn’t see Duncan or Elizabeth.  Panic threatened to overtake me until I finally laid eyes on Anna walking toward me with a smile and a mug of frothy grog. 

Relieved that I was free and more than likely in her coven’s camp, I accepted the grog gratefully.  It was sweet with a bit of bitterness and a mild bite as it slid down my throat.  I reminded myself to pace my drinking since my stomach walls were suctioned to each other from the hours of enforced fasting.  The grog could easily get the better of me.

A warm soothing sensation filled my being by the time I’d drank