Crimson Petals of the Impaler : Book 2

Previously

…Suddenly, a gust of wind, far stronger than any she had felt that day, whipped through the courtyard, tearing at the fabric she held. It threatened to snatch it from her grasp, to scatter her precious work to the winds. But before she could react, the wind died as abruptly as it had begun, leaving the cloak settled back into her lap, undisturbed. A shiver, not of cold, traced its way down her spine. It was a sensation she had grown accustomed to, a subtle nudge, a gentle redirection, a whisper of unseen intervention that always seemed to keep her safe, always kept her world intact, as if a powerful, unseen hand had simply steadied the storm.