CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEWhere is Home?
Limah’s instructions to ready myself proved futile as I owned nothing, not even the clothes on my body. Pushing the violated pillow from my mattress, I collapsed face down and boredom snatched me away into sleep.
Limah’s rough hand shook my shoulder much later, a peculiar tingling sensation burning through the jacket sleeve from his palm. I jerked awake with a cry of anguish and saw him wince before pulling leather gloves over his fingers. “Get up!” he hissed. “Keep silent.”
Darkness shrouded him and a dangerous glint played behind his dark brown eyes. Fear bridled my soul and I shook with adrenaline and the chemicals of fright. Jerking his head towards the open door, Limah led me onto the sparse landing and I blinked against the half-light and raised my
