Consciousness returned to Tristan like the tide creeping upon shore, each wave bringing fresh torment as the merciless sun pierced his vision. A groan escaped his parched lips, every muscle in his body screaming in protest as he attempted to move. How long had he been out? Hours? Days? His throat felt like sandpaper, crying out for even a drop of moisture.
The air shifted, bearing upon it a familiar essence that stirred ancient warnings in his blood. In the gloom, another presence waited, patient as a spider in its web.
"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," a silky voice purred, sending a chill down Tristan's spine. "Your adoring public awaits."
Tristan squinted, his enhanced vision slowly adjusting to make out a lithe figure leaning against the wall. Recognition dawned, bringing with it a
