Primrose didn't like the feeling of being kidn*pped. Not that the act in itself is a good practice. It takes aj awful experience to actually hate something and Primrose can confidently say it's not comfortable.
The surface underneath her was cold and damp. A weird smell in the air caused her to almost throw up as soon as her senses started to work. Her subconscious mind urged her to sit up but the slippery surface did not allow her to.
She was wide awake. Her eyes were covered with a thick cloth. It wasn't good. Primrose tried to remember what warmth feels like when chill tried to penetrate into her bones from all sides.
Cassius's face popped up in her head. She sighed and layed down again. Well, she could only hope that Cassius keeps his priorities straight and not come rushing to f
