Matilda POV

The nights were the hardest.

And as the camp finally became settled, the fires were low, I was lying awake upon the narrow bed in the camp and listening and watching the ceiling. I was on the alert with every creak of the wood, every crack of a branch outside.

Sleep was in snatches, followed up by the uncomfortable sensation that something was continuously staring.

I sat up in front of the window that night, and I could not sleep. The moon was low, and pale and far, and ...