Chapter FifteenThe first thing Nyla noticed was the heat. Sweat poured down her face, as if she had been out in the sun all day. Except there was no bright light above her. So where was the heat coming from?
She stared up at the ceiling, and at the small lantern that hung from it, not directly above her but just to her left. There was another off to her right. Candles burned within them, but they certainly couldn't be the cause of all this heat.
She realized she was lying on the ground, on a bed of lyrax pelts, some of which covered her from the chest down. Her arms were held straight out from her body, palms up. A faint whoosh sound filled her ears, and a whiff of smoke assailed her nostrils.
When she turned her head to look at her right hand, a gasp escaped her lips. A ball of fire, a
