Hunter
Warmth. I felt warmth. On my face, my arms. Not that of a whip, or the suffocating heat of the desert, something gentler.
My fingers twitched. Something buzzed near my ear. I swatted at it, too fast, too much. Groaning, I rolled onto my side. I wasn't on a cold hard marble floor anymore, nor in a silver cage. I was laying on something soft and damp. I cracked my eyes open, blinded by something. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust before I realized what it was.
The sun.
It was warming my skin, a cool breeze offering some reprieve. I sat up slowly and looked around. I was sitting on a patch of moss in a marshy swamp.
But not just any swamp; I was resting in the very place that I had made my deal with Seraphina nearly ten years ago. It wasn't as dark as I remembered, though
