Claire's POV
I wake up to the scent of smoke and lavender.
The ceiling above me is unfamiliar. Smooth wooden beams, warm candlelight flickering across the high arches. The bedding beneath me is soft, impossibly so, like it's meant for someone important.
For a second, I wonder if I’ve died and this is heaven. But then I feel the pain in my ribs and the ache in my lower stomach. Nope, still alive.
I try to sit up, but a wave of nausea hits me. My head feels heavy and hollow at the same time. I push through it until I’m upright. The room spins slightly.
A tall window shows thick mist hiding tall mountain peaks off in the distance. Wherever I am, it's far from Silver Crescent. How far did I run?
And then the memories hit me all at once. Daphne, the rogues, me rushing to the manor house.
