C317 TH HIDDEN HOLE

The horse was lathered and gasping as they reached the edge of the Wastes. The sky was a bruised purple, the kind that promised a long, empty night. The Young Prince didn't slow down until the ground gave way to jagged rock and piles of old bricks. He pulled Aria closer against his back, his arm like a warm band around her waist. She could feel his heart hammering through his shirt