“…eyes glowed?"
Vaelen’s answer was a short, rough, "Yes."
Then the world cleaved into two as her senses snapped.
When she returned to consciousness, mere minutes had passed.
“She's going to be alright. Luckily the toxin managed not to harm her," a gruff voice announced from somewhere in the fog of Saeris’s consciousness.
Her eyelids fluttered but refused to open fully, heavy as iron gates. Damn it. Every breath felt like sandpaper against her throat. She’d survived that…somehow.
Saeris forced her eyes open. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar; dark bronze beams crossing a web of layout she couldn't fully make out.
Not the room she was given.
A freckled man with glasses perched on his nose stood beside the bed. Not Thorold like she’d heard before, or maybe thought to have heard
