Abby stirs sleepily where she lays on the huge bed. She can feel weight on her, but it's soft and warm. The covers, maybe. Opening her eyes, she examines her surroundings. This is not her cabin. Spinning around, eyes wide, she realizes she's in an unknown room. Fear clamps down on her chest as she looks around frantically. Has she been kidn*pped by the rogues? No... This room is far to lavishly furnished for a pack of misfits from the streets of Castelena. The smell is familiar, too. Almost like home.
"Abby..."
A rich, calm voice calls her name. It's familiar, yet somehow, she can't place it. Her mind tells her she knows it, but her body doesn't agree. "Abby." The deep male voice calls her again. This time she turns around and looks in the direction of the caller. She's met with the dee
