Chapter Eleven
Dreams of Tomorrow …
What time was it? Tempest rolled over on the mattress and hit the hard floor. Something had awoken her. She shook her head, disoriented. Something was different in her room.
“Are you awake?”
She jerked up. A Matron sat on the edge of her mattress, a soft smile on her face. It took Tempest a moment to recognize her. When she did, she was shocked.
“You’re the one from the baths!”
It was so strange to see a Matron who looked kind. “Yes. I’ve been watching you, Tempest. For a long time.” Her voice was rich, and Tempest wished that she were allowed to speak to the whores. Such a voice should never be wasted in wordlessness. Then what she had said to her registered.
“Why?”
The woman hesitated. “This will sound strange to you, but I can do nothing but s
