Rowan:
The darkness faded, making way for Gatlin and Nazthor's laughter to pound through my aching head. I was lying on something soft, covered in thick plush. I sat up, gathering myself, when it all came rushing back again.
"I've never seen anything like it," Nazthor said in awe of whatever he and Gatlin had been doing.
Bain and Saint… why are we still here?
I stood to my feet, fighting off the urge to fall flat on my a.s.s. from the head swim rocking me.
"Gat! What happened? Why didn't she pull us back? Nazthor, my mates." I grabbed the door frame, still fighting vertigo.
"Calm down, firecracker. I keep telling her she will blow a vein if she doesn't relax." Nazthor laughed.
Gatlin's warm hands took hold of me, pulling me into him. He scooped me up like a child laying my head
