Celeste
Fenris’s Private Villa
Isla Lobo, Panama
Ow.
The first thing I noticed when I finally stirred was how sore I felt. I felt like I’d run a marathon, or so I imagined. I didn’t mind a walk or a nature hike, but marathons or weightlifting were way beyond me.
I got up slowly and glanced around. The room was dim. A gentle breeze rolled in through the window, the cool ocean air making the gauzy sheets dance like strange spirits.
I gave a little shiver. I wonder if a storm is rolling in. Now that I thought about it, I could scarcely remember a cloudy day on Isla Lobo. The only real storm I could remember was from when I tried to escape.
That seems so long ago…
Except I knew it wasn’t. Giving myself a little shake, I glanced around the room for any sign of Fenris. The pillow was col
