8
I woke in a box. High walls towered all around me. I sat up, blinking the sleep from my eyes. No, it wasn’t a box. I was surrounded by mountains of pillows. Dozens and dozens of pillows and cushions in all shapes and sizes. What. The. f**k. It looked like I’d been transported into a bedding shop.
My body was resting on a soft mattress and covered with a thick blanket. More folded blankets were stashed at the end of the bed. As if I needed any more. I’d sweat to death.
I pulled my legs to my chest, evaluating my situation. If my mind wasn’t messing with me, I was on a Trad ship, having been rescued from the Athions. My body was sore, but it wasn’t actual pain, more like I’d done an arduous work out the day before. I flexed my right arm. It was working again. No longer broken. Those Tra
