I don’t know how long I was asleep. I felt myself moving like I was sliding across the ground and being handed off and around. It was so strange. I was cold and hot at the same time. I felt nothing yet I was in pure agony. I thought I was opening my eyes, but I saw nothing.
I don’t know where I was or how I got to be where I was now, but I stopped moving and everything went dark and silent. The next time I heard or felt anything, I was moving, slowly, jostled a little. Someone was panting above me like they were tired. Everything in me ached, and I smelled something familiar. There was blood and fire, but there was also a musky scent I recognized as Candido’s cologne.
“Candido?”
I frowned, slowly opening my eyes as I looked up. It was dark, but there was the faintest light hovering ab
