NOAH
The uncertainty was a physical weight, more suffocating than the blankets. I might never know what happened to me while I was unconscious. I might never know if my body was still mine.
And Maya. Where was she?
The thought of her brought a fresh wave of guilt. She had tried to help me, and I had led the monster straight to her.
I forced my eyes open. The light was blinding, reflecting off the white walls of Cassian's bedroom. I squinted, shielding my eyes as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. The room spun violently, and I had to grip the headboard until the nausea receded.
I looked down at myself. I was still in my gala clothes, though my jacket was gone. My shirt had been rebuttoned... not perfectly, but enough to cover me. My belt was buckled, though it sat loose on my hips. Someone had dressed me. Someone had tried to restore some semblance of order.
