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Kyra wandered the small room, touching knickknacks piled in corners. Common hospitality would have dictated that an injured guest have a bed somewhere, but it seemed fitting that she would be on the floor in a dusty storage room. At least she warranted a pillow, horrible as it was.
Her borrowed socks slid on the wood floor, so she’d put on her shoes. She’d found a pair of sweatpants in one of the dressers and donned them, too. Resting was boring. She’d dressed without thinking. Escape wasn’t exactly on her mind, but she certainly wanted to leave and head home.
Her hand twitched, followed by a full body shiver. The twinges of pain tended to give her odd chills. She pulled the oversized flannel she wore tight against her. Mikos had told her it was too early to stand unassisted, but she
