“Ah!” Belle gasped as she shot up from the bred with a frightened expression.
Her eyes widened, veins sprouting from the temples. Her fingers tended up, muscles contracting while her entire form went tense with racking aches.
She gasped out, screaming out her discomfort with a shriek. A shame did that, the person of Nord exhaled, his eyebrows narrowed as he critically observed her.
But she did not notice him. Her breathing was irregular. Way too irregular to notice him. Her chest rose while her muscles contracted. After several gasps, greedily I king in large mouthfuls of air, she managed to bring her raging heart to a rhythm. A rhythm which she could falter with.
“Where am I?” She asked.
Her throat was patched. Her head spun from ache. The question that she asked, coming back to haun
