[The Drain – 03] A Strange Bed
Maeryn awoke alone in an unfamiliar room. Her memory was hazy after her escape and she wasn’t sure how long she’d been out. Her body protested as she moved, but she sat up anyway and tried to get her bearings.
“Good. You’re awake.”
A match flared, a lantern was lit, and light filled the room. Maeryn recognized the shorter of the two riders she’d run into earlier. He had short, rough-cut hair and thick stubble, which Maeryn noted as unusual. Vyorians generally wore their hair longer. Read the rest of this entry »