CHAPTER 19Mara’s eyes fluttered, and, as they focused, they saw nothing but brown—more of a dark khaki that she couldn’t place. Lifting her head, her cheek grazed something soft, and, when she tried to move her arms, they felt bound. Her heart skipped a beat, and she struggled to sit up. Her gaze caught a rectangle of light coming from the direction of her feet, and she realized that she was looking through the entryway of the tent. She was not bound but wrapped in a sleeping bag.
Diana’s head poked through the opening of the tent. “There you are. It’s about time you woke up. Why don’t you come get some coffee and breakfast?”
Mara found the sleeping bag zipper and freed herself. While slipping out of it, she noticed she was in her underwear. A pair of jeans and a shirt flew through the o
