Chapter 24
betrayal starts at the roots
branching down for dark star shine
A sliver of light ran along the ceiling where it joined one wall; otherwise, all was black. My head ached and it felt like I was sleeping on a bed of stone.
No, I was sleeping on a bed of stone.
I spread my fingers out against the cool, rough surface. Basalt, hard against my palms. I propped my elbows under me, tried to sit up, and was met by a wave of nausea. My head swam and suddenly I was thankful for the darkness. I groaned, making the pounding sensation worse, and I had a feeling additional light would have been an unwelcome sensory addition.
“Careful,” a voice echoed dully, sounding rather far away. Not in this room. “Don’t move too quickly. You’ve been out for two days.”
“Two days?” I struggled to rise
