Eris' Handmaiden Page 8

Sinaedh struggled through a dark fog that seemed centered in her mind. Flashing light pierced through it, throbbing in time with stabbing pain behind her eyes. With a low groan, she tried to lift a hand to her head, but for some reason she couldn’t move. A soft moan left her lips. She pried her eyes open, and froze, trembling.
Nothing.
Blackness.
A soft warmth lay atop her, but all around her was black. Even the flashes of pain had dissipated, leaving only the dull throb in her skull. After a stunned moment had passed, she moved her hand. Fingers twitched, but each wrist was caught, bound in place. Still, she could feel. It was fur atop her. Fingers fumbled to push it aside, freeing themselves to the chilled air. Where was she? What had happened?
She tried to move her feet, but found them held in position like her hands. Eyes wide, she turned her head, that motion still left to her, but earning her no more knowledge. Another moan left her lips as the side of her face contacted the bench below her, sending a shock of pain through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, not even looking toward a low voice that spoke, wishing only to reduce the pain, to stop the stabs that penetrated her mind. “Great God,” she whispered, voice rasping and dry.
The voice spoke again, moving closer. Slowly, her pain eased, once again a dull throb. She opened her eyes again, slowly and carefully looking in the direction of the speaker. He wasn’t far, she knew, but her heart pounded in fear. She couldn’t see him. She was blind. And as another fact dawned on her, she caught her breath, trembling. She hadn’t understood a word that had been spoken.
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