Seventy-one:
Fiona Fallon
I kept on seeing a boy. Tall, and blond, with warm brown eyes that stared at me. I saw an old woman who kept on calling me, “Fiona.” I kept on seeing a tower. But Orion Spires insisted that my name was Hera. That I was the Princess of a lost country. That we were supposed to be together, and that I was supposed to rule some country named Coleum. None of it made sense.
I was locked in a fancy room, in a castle somewhere, and I’d not been allowed out. A maid brought in food every now and then. And Orion hadn’t been to visit me since I’d woken up. I was too tired to move. Too tired to think. My whole body hurt from the accident I’d been in, and the doctor insisted that I needed rest. If I didn’t, she insisted, I would be in for a world of hurt. So, I st
