NO GOOD DEED
When my eyes popped open, I found myself laying on a cold stone floor in a locked cell, surrounded by a single candle burning in a small window. The smell of mold and musk drifted heavily.
My head was drumming with a headache. Pain shot through me as I sat up with great effort and slowly scooted to the wall. Breathless, I leaned against the stone and watched as puffs of air shot out from my mouth. “You’d think they’d at least heat this old dungeon,” I snidely remarked between the chatter of my teeth. I wrapped my arms around my waist hoping for a slither of warmth. Not that it’d do much good. My clothes were still wet, the cloth stuck to my skin.
I blew out a cold breath, guessing this was my new quarters. I touched the back of my head and flinched. I couldn’t count all the
