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“Hey…hey, wake up.”
Corliss moaned weakly and rolled away from whoever was poking at her. Or, rather, she tried to roll away. She was tangled up with something warm and soft and couldn’t roll away. Whining irritatedly, she rolled back the other way, onto her back. She opened her eyes to look up and see who was disturbing her sleep.
It was Goatee. He was grinning down at her.
“Come on, you two, wake up,” he chuckled.
You two? Corliss turned her head, blinking sleepily. She saw Mana stir and murmur in her sleep. Her long, black hair was a tangled mess. Bits of leaves and grass were tangled in it. She was nude, as was Corliss. Corliss could see rope marks on her wrists and upper arms that matched the marks on her own. She yawned hugely and sat up, running her fingers through her own
