A faint sound of glass shattering echoed in Mia’s ears and she immediately stood up from the bed and made her way to the door. Her hand was steady on the nub and her mind a daze… pulling open the door she lost track of were she was almost like she had wondered into a dark pitch. Darren and Meon were no longer in the living room so they didn’t see her walk over to the front. Pulling open the front door… she walked straight to the door that led to main entrance of the inn.
It was much more crowded than it normally was and ladies were busy helping drunk men up the stairs that was stationed by the right side of the counter. Naturally Mia would have asked what was going on and why men were drunk this early but this wasn’t a natural scenario… Mia wasn’t herself.
Deamon caught sight of her but
