Chapter 118: Wake Up!
Danielle woke up to the sound of soft chanting. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if someone had pushed warm sand over them.
She tried to breathe, but the air around her was thick, heavy, and humid.
It smelled like burning herbs and sweat. When she lifted her head, she realized she was lying on a cold stone floor with a rough blanket beneath her.
Her heart began to race.
She was alive.
She remembered the heat around her, flames rising, and the sound of a deafening explosion. She remembered Theo. She remembered Frank's body. She remembered the shock. Then everything went dark.
Now she was in a room lit by firelight. Faint shadows moved on the walls. She blinked until the shapes settled into the outline of a heavy wooden door and thick stone columns. There was no window.
Danielle placed a hand on her ribs and winced. Her entire body throbbed, but not the way it should have after an explosion. She felt bruised, yes, but not broken.
