SHERNEIL.
The sound of water dripping roused me back to consciousness.
It took me mere seconds to figure out that I was blindfolded, my hands chained above me to something. My legs, which seemed to be a bit wet, were tied together as I sat on what felt like a damp rock.
Wherever I was, it had rocks. It was also damp.
I swallowed, pushing back every emotion starting to surface. Not that I had any. I knew I couldn't feel Mav nor Robyn the moment I opened my eyes. I knew something had cut them off since that faerie princess arrived. But panicking isn't going to bring them back, nor was it going to fix this mess, or help me figure out where I was. So I simply listened. I listened to every sound. The rhythmic sound of dripping water. The eerie silence. The loud thudding of my heart. The fea
