Cassandra's eyes slowly fluttered open, and her surroundings came into focus. Her mind groggily processed her surroundings before her gaze settled on the only other person in the room; the woman who had knocked her out in the woods.
A surge of anger coursed through Cassandra's veins as she struggled to sit up. Her eyes locked onto Claire's, and they immediately narrowed. "I swear when I get my hands on you, you will regret every minute of it."
Claire let out a small, wicked smile and continued sharpening an arrow with immense care. "Ah, always so full of spirit, even when you're at a disadvantage."
Cassandra's eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape route or a way to regain the upper hand. She noticed that her limbs felt heavy and weak, her strength sapped by some unseen force.
