Evelina woke up to the sound of a crackling fire. The warmth gently touched her skin, feeling very different from the cold, damp clothes she was wearing. She blinked slowly, her body feeling stiff and sore. The last thing she remembered...
Her breath hitched. The fight. The well. The assassin chasing her. And then—
Him.
The blue-eyed guy.
Her eyes snapped open fully, scanning her surroundings.
A cave.
Dimly lit, with rough stone walls stretching high above her. A small fire burned near the entrance, casting shadows across the uneven surface. A worn fur blanket was draped over her, and a faint scent of pine lingered in the air.
"Oh, great," Relia muttered. "This is becoming a habit."
Evelina groaned, pushing herself upright. Her head throbbed from where she'd been struck, but at least she was alive.
Relia continued, her voice dripping with amusement. "Look at the bright side. At least we're somewhere better than the last time."
