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Eden stretched and yawned as sunlight began to warm her face. For a moment she didn’t remember where she was. Then she felt soft grass rustle beneath her, and her eyes snapped wide open.
She dimly remembered falling asleep near the gorillas, but she wasn’t lying in a nest on the ground. She was lying in a bed of soft grass that covered a mass of palm fronds from banana trees, which formed a gentle cushion the size of a king bed. She was in a tree house, much like the first one Thorne had brought her to. But that one had been small and closed off except for the trapdoor and a small window. In this one, the walls were carved with strange symbols in beautiful patterns, some of them matching the tattoos on Thorne’s shoulders.
This tree house was bigger than her small one-room efficiency a
