Chapter 22Zofia woke to new surroundings.
Where was she? How had she wound up in a different bed? It was made of dark wood, corkscrew posts and a canopy. Gold—not red, thank heavens—encircled the bed, and was much larger than the brass bed she had slept in.
Her mind slowly edged from her dream state to wakefulness.
The memory fed to her like a slow motion picture show, going from the dreadful events of the night. She'd been attacked by a rogue wizard.
Which reminded Zofia, she had to write to Stephen about it right away, and send it out today. He needed to know about this rogue wizard, and that this wizard knew she was a sorceress.
Sitting up in bed, she realized that she was now inside the castle. If she had arranged it, she couldn't have done it any better. What a stroke of luck. Wi
