*
Shiela didn’t know how long she remained on the bed for, or when the darkness lifted somewhat to reveal a sliver of light coming from the window. All she knew was that she felt a little bit better, and she tried to move from the bed.
Oberon was not here anymore, and for that she was very grateful. Their conversation hadn’t been a pleasant one, and she was terrified of what he would say or do if he returned.
Something told her that nothing had been resolved yet. She felt like something bad was coming, and so far her instincts had never been wrong before.
With great difficulty, she was able to manoeuvre her way off the bed, but then she slumped to the ground almost immediately. Her bones felt like jelly, and the pounding in her head was till there, even though it had faded to the ba
