Sixty-six:
Fiona Fallon
There was someone standing over me that I had never seen before. My vision went in and out of focus, my head was pounding, and there was something sticky that had dribbled down the side of my head. The stranger in question had brown hair, brown eyes, and was possibly one of the most handsome men that I had ever seen. “W-w-who are you?” I asked. “W-w-where am I? What am I doin’ here?”
The stranger smiled at me. “All perfectly valid questions. But you should be careful, Princess Hera. You’ll excite yourself, and we don’t want that. Especially since you have been in a terrible accident that you only just survived.”
“Hera?” I asked. My throat was scratchy, and it came out strained. How long had it been since I last spoken? “Is
