Chapter Twenty-One
The rescue
I started coming around some time later, my mouth was dry, and my eyes were stuck together. For a moment, I thought that I was back in Draconia, waking up in my shitty apartment straight after Dara’s funeral. I felt so lost and alone there. I had a feeling that this was when my anxiety began to take over, when I realised that she was gone forever.
I tried to move, but then agonising pain shot down my left side. My ribs were most likely broken; that other Dark One had kicked me pretty hard. Now I wished that I’d punched him when I had a chance.
I was lying in a very comfortable bed, trying to understand where I was. The linens smelled very fresh like they were new. The sheets had this specific musky, spicy scent that I somehow recognised. I rubbed my tired
