Ana had woken up to find herself under the covers on the bed, her wrist unshackled and the old man and blood equipment gone. Ana looked at her arm and saw a white strip.
“It’s done?”
Stylus looked up from his phone as he sat in the chair next to her. “Indeed…thank you, princess.” He smiled warmly at her.
“How long did I sleep?” Her voice was still croaky and Stylus handed her another bottle of water that he had on the floor by the chair.
“Just long enough…and there is food over by the couch, eat then we can go…” He looked at her inquisitively.
Ana nodded silently and turned, pulling back the covers and placing her feet on the floor. Stylus watched her with a small smile.
“You are stubborn aren’t you?”
Ana frowned and looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“You insist on doing thing
