Amaris woke up in a small room on a nice and comfortable bed. Tiredness and exhaustion tried to pull her back down to sleep. She almost gave in, too. But something felt wrong. Something was not right here. Amaris stood up carefully.
She was sore from her fight against the drakkon. Consequently, her movements were slower. She began to panic. She could have easily been susceptible to attack here. But there was not anyone else in the room. It was just a random room with white walls.
Even before Amaris tried to open the door, she knew it was going to be locked. She reached for her knife, but it was not there on her belt. Stay calm, Amaris, she had to tell herself. But it was all gone. How was she supposed to get out of here?
Amaris started pacing around the room. She knew what he wanted her
