The world was black when Katelina opened her eyes; black and cold, but not quiet. She could hear shouting and screaming from the direction of the house.

She sat up quickly and found that she was lying in the snow, concealed behind the naked bramble branches of a thorny bush. She remembered Jorick telling her to be quiet, then touching her, and then- and then she'd fallen asleep? The implications connected themselves, like dots linked clumsily with crayon to form a worrying ...