My head was pounding by the time any kind of feeling came rushing back. Groaning, I pressed my palm to my forehead rolling around in what felt like heavy ropes tangled around my legs. I couldn’t see anything, the room pitch black. That’s when it all came racing back to me. I froze still, my hands falling to my sides and gripped the material around me.
Silk.
Wait . . . was I in bed?
The more my eyes darted across the ceiling the quicker I started making things out. The outline of the large circular nightshade above me was the first thing I noticed.
Okay, definitely not mine.
Think. Don’t panic just think. How do I get the hell out of here?
The less noise I make, the less likely anyone is to know I’ve woken up. If they don’t know then I’m not a threat and if I’m not a threat . . .
