I sat on my bed, dazed, until dinner time. I manage to hang my soaked dress outside of my window before going to the dining hall. Dragg and Ferron were patiently waiting for me.
Dragg talked about everything he has planned for Erik's arrival. My mind was still swirling from my torturous experience. Ferron, however, acted as if nothing happened. He smiled politely at Dragg and would add a comment now and then. Ferron still looked exhausted.
Ferron excused himself first, then I did soon after. Once I made it to my bed I couldn’t sleep. The pain I felt earlier was excruciating. Did Mother ever feel like this? Is this what I must get used to?
I hold my hands in front of my face as I lay on my bed. I try to focus on my fingers. The heat remains in my chest though. I snap my
