When the young woman on the bed woke again it was dark outside. Turning her head, she had to bite back a groan with the flash of pain that felt like it seared through her skull.
“Slowly there, it would be best if you keep still for now. You have a bad concussion. Take a sip of water, it should help.”
The voice of the man was friendly, even though it, for some reason, seemed strange to her ears. A beaker was brought to her lips and she took a few slow sips. Whoever the man was, he was right in saying the water would help. Turning her head, she caught sight of the huge form of a man standing next to the bed. His brown eyes was in a rough face, and the strange golden colored hair surrounding it seemed to glow in the darkness with only a pale moonlight filtering through the window. Frowning
