Chapter 9.
I was cold and uncomfortable. My shoulders ached as I tried to turn over. I was lying on some sort of hard floor that smelled like dirt.
Had I fainted outside or something?
I forced my eyes open, though my head was killing me. I wasn’t much of drinker, but guessed this was what a hangover must feel like.
I groaned as I pushed up to a sitting position, and a familiar pair of eyes were hovering over me.
“Fiore! Oh, thank goodness, I found you.”
I couldn’t contain my happiness as I stumbled to my feet and stared at him. He was thin, and pale but....
“You’re alive!”
I wanted to hug him, hold him. But my head still hurt and standing up so quickly was causing my knees to buckle.
“I think I have to sit down again.”
Fiore took my hand and guided me to an old bench that had a b
