I couldn’t remember much. I felt hot thought, like my blood had turned to fire while I was unconscious and I was adrift in an ocean of fire. I turned reaching out, trying to get my bearings but I couldn’t.
Candido.
Where was Candido?
I didn’t know.
I remembered that I had seen him recently.
An image of him bound and glaring at me flashed through my mind, but I couldn’t hold onto it.
Slowly, the world seemed to come back to me. I smelled stone, but the air was warmer. I could smell Candido near me. Someone’s hand was on my head, stroking my head softly.
I grunted, trying to speak, but all I heard was a low growl. The hand stopped briefly and pressed firmly before I could try to lift my head.
“Sleep,” Candido said, his voice soft and low. “You’re too weak to try to get up rig
