Chapter 84: The Woman Named Zena
Sophia woke to a low groan, her own and the dull ache of something pressing into the back of her neck. Her eyelids felt heavy as she pried them open, expecting to see the familiar carved beams of her ceiling, the faint morning light sneaking through the window in her room but that wasn't the case right now. This wasn't her room.
The air smelled different. It smelled old, like dried herbs, wood smoke, and something faintly metallic beneath it. The walls were rough-hewn timber, thinner than the solid beams of the buildings shed seen in the pack. A single candle lamp burned on a low table, its flame lightning up the dark room as darkness pressed on them from the outside.
Sophia blinked and sat up slowly. She was on the floor, she noticed. Her brows were furrowed in confusion as her heartbeat kicked up in fear.
Where was she? She asked herself.
