“This – this is not real!” Serafina cried.
She was flinging her hands about while pacing her room. Was it really her room? Maybe?
“Hey, hey. Relax. We will find a way to get away from here,” Dragomir tried to assure her, but his lips had gone pale. He had been in wars, but this one here? He had no idea what it was that they were in. It was always wise to know who your enemies were.
For a few seconds, they felt the room whir around them. They looked at how the walls had become glass. Through the glass, they could see swirling fire and smoke. Fire could crack glass, couldn’t it? Then, what would happen next?
“Is this hell?” asked Rafina. “I don’t deserve to go to hell, Dragomir!”
“No, you don’t. No. Come here,” he pulled her towards him, embracing her as if that alone could protect he
