Chapter 21The strong reek of sulfur—or something just as potent and noxious—startled Zofia awake from the depths of a dream world that had taken her away from the little room where Jacques had plied her with food and drink.
Almost.
She opened her eyes. Saint Germain's face came into focus. Along with a funny hollowed-out feeling in her head, Zofia felt dizzy even yet.
“Do not get up,” Saint Germain advised. “Not just yet.” Sharp worry was etched on his otherwise smooth features.
Jacques' voice swam from the void in the background as he asked something. He went into his broken English. “She eez okay, no?”
“She will be fine, Jacques. That will be all. I will see to her,” Saint Germain said quietly.
Zofia lay prone on the sofa. Jacques stood wringing his hands closer to the door than to
