6
Vesper
When Vesper first opened her eyes, her vision swam for a couple of minutes and her arms felt strangely weak. Slowly she came around, pressing the heel of her hand to her temple with a groan.
She sat up, finding herself in a strange living room. She was on a silver satin couch, clearly a well-preserved antique. In fact, the whole room was full of antique furniture, dramatic plush chairs and end tables done in dark wood and velvet.
She stood and looked around, patting herself down. She was uninjured, but also unarmed.
Walking over to the window, she peeked out and found herself looking straight down into Jackson Square. She calculated that she must be in a condo above one of the art galleries.
Not exactly where she’d expected to wake up. Well, after she attacked Kirael Lesange
