#Chapter 87: The moors

The plane ride was the fastest but least comfortable part of the trip out to the moors. The flight was eight hours, nothing too dramatic, but I simply cannot stand to full height inside of an airplane. It was a relief to finally straighten my spine all the way when we disembarked. The overnight train was another story. Kayden and I had reserved a two-bedroom sleeper car with a private bathroom. We boarded after nightfall, and it appeared either the train was mostly empty, or all the other riders had already tucked in for the night. We spent our first hour in the dining car eating steaks and drinking wine, but it didn’t take long for the lulling sounds of the train chugging along the tracks and the effect of the day’s travel to have us both ready to crash. Kayden was closed into his room and I’d just laid my head on the pillow when I remembered Fiona’s gift. The white box she gave me in the morning with the enigmatic bidding to open it “later.” I retrieved the box and brought