Chapter 2Margot woke again. Lying on a proper bed this time, with nothing in her throat. Her mouth tasted horrible. She raised her head to see where she was, but it was mostly dark around her bed. She tried to speak but only croaked.
“Easy there.” A man’s voice. Someone moved from the shadows into the soft glow around her bed. A man, dark-skinned. He moved closer, to help her sit up.
“I’m Doctor Lamire. I’m going to give you a drink.” In a moment the rim of a cup touched her lips and she tasted something sweet and milky and vanilla scented. She swallowed a few times. “Go easy,” he said. “Take it slow.”
After a few minutes she’d had enough and pushed the cup away. He let her lie down again and she closed her eyes, tired from even that small exertion. But her throat felt better and her mi
