Carolina's POV

I was tired so I chose the quietest area in the carriage to rest my head against the window.

Tonight I was running on fumes. Work had dragged me through back-to-back meetings, and all I wanted was to collapse into my bed before dawn. The ticket said the journey would take four hours. Plenty of time to drift off. I kicked off my heels under the seat, crossed my legs, and let my eyelids flutter shut. The gentle sway of the carriage rocked me like a lullaby. Sleep came fast and deep.

A sharp jolt woke me and my eyes snapped open. The carriage lights were dimmer now,...