Chapter 7
When I opened my eyes again, and the pain subsided, I wasn’t in the bathroom anymore. Or I wasn’t if the loud noises all about were anything to go by. Huh, it was almost as loud as if I was in a restaurant or a bar. Which was definitely a bit of a change.
A light breeze brushed against my legs, and I felt the fabric of the dress I’d been wearing earlier, fluttering against my legs. I was me again then. Good to know. But that didn’t tell me where I was, or how I got here. At least I’d only been in Tate’s own home.
“Ayra, is everything okay?” a soft voice asked, and I looked up to meet achingly familiar dark eyes that were filled with compassion.
“Sian?” My voice cracked, coming out croaky, probably a result of the panic I’d been suffering from. Then again, that had been in Tat
