Chapter 13When Lancine rolled over on the mattress and opened her heavy eyelids, the unrelenting noontime sun speared through her stained-glass skylight, lancing her sensitive eyes with murderous rays. She draped one of her arms over her face, turned her head into a pillow, and moaned as the anguish in her temples and belly persisted. The tenacious humming in her head took on a somniferous call, luring her back into slumber, but she battled against the lassitude and attempted to focus.
When her mind finally started to clear and remembrances flooded her brain, she sat bolt upright. After daring to open her eyes yet again, she licked her dry lips and swallowed, gagging on the sand that seemed to be coating her tongue. She drew several deep breaths, eventually stilling the world that teetere
