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Kiria
Kiria woke in darkness. Her head throbbed in time with her nausea. Faint breezes played around her wrists and ankles. She was moving.
Trying to shake the haze from her mind, she fought to remember where she was. Her own caravan wouldn’t treat her this way, slung uncomfortably over something that bucked beneath her—a saddle. The horn of it dug into her ribs. A rough, warm body pressed against her other side.
She moved her head slightly and the rough weave of burlap touched her cheek.
They’d taken her.
Her heart thundered and her speedy breathing huffed against a fabric gag, warm and stifling. She could barely suck in enough air through it to feel grounded.
Twisting her wrists in their restraints, she felt around for anything within reach that she could use to get herself fre
