Chapter 7 – OtyliaWorst father ever.
EVERY MUSCLE IN MY BODY ACHED when I woke in the same wooden bed as the day before. Had it been the day before? I groaned and rubbed my throbbing head. Time passed oddly in Nawia, and it was hard to know if I’d been here days or weeks.
A familiar sadness greeted me as I sat up. Oh Wašek, why do you mourn for me? The tether between us had revealed the other’s pain at times, but ever since my death, I’d felt it whenever he thought about me.
It was often.
I wondered if he felt the same twinge when I thought of him. Granted, I hadn’t had much time to ponder anything but survival. After my two disastrous experiences with Weles’s snakes, Nawia hadn’t had exactly put me in a romantic mood.
Gods… Romantic mood? What had Wacław done to me?
One stupid kiss
