Chapter 14-1

Evelyn's POV I didn't dare leave the water until I physically couldn't stand the cold. My entire body was drenched as I slowly waded out of the freezing river, my exhausted limbs screaming in protest as I somehow managed to drag myself out and onto the rocky riverbank. My clothes were soaked through and my hair was unceremoniously plastered against the side of my face in a tangled web, my entire appearance resembling a drowned rat (and that was at a good angle). Teeth chattering, I limped further inland and hauled the banshee's body along behind me-- the broken bow that I'd used to bash its head in now serving as a makeshift leash as its bloodied corpse was dragged out of the river and onto the mossy bank. Once we were both safely out and on dry land, I took a moment to gather my bearings. I ran a hand through my unruly wet hair, gingerly checking to see if my stitches had become undone to find they seemed tender but still intact. Loo