CHAPTER 14:
The first thing I sensed was the smell. It was very strong .
Herbs.
The kind that hung in the air and got stuck at the back of your throat.
I opened my eyes
The bed was too soft and too clean .
A wooden ceiling carved with patterns and dark polished seemed to be looking at me . I just stared at it trying to understand why it didn't look like mine.
For a moment, I didn't move. I didn't know where I was nor any idea who brought me to this place.
I held my breath and tried recalling what had happened earlier. This wasn't my room.
Then the memory hit hard
I remembered being in the courtyard with the basket. I also remembered falling down and those golden eyes looking at me.
I sat up too fast. But my head had other plans —it was hot, sharp, enough to pull a sharp
