I jolted awake, my heart pounding as though it had been running miles without me.
For a few seconds I lay still, staring into the dimness of my bedroom, before the familiar ceiling above my bed reminded me where I was.
Finn's manor.
Disappointment swept through me in a heavy wave.
The dream, if it was even a dream, had left me with more questions than answers.
What was I supposed to do after swallowing the pill?
I pushed myself upright, the sheets clinging damp to my skin, and ran a trembling hand across the pillow beside me.
My fingers brushed against something small and crumpled.
There it was.
The pill. Still wrapped in the scrap of paper the crow had delivered.
I held it up in the faint light from the few lit candles.
It looked harmless enough, unremarkable, just a dull little thing resting in its paper cocoon.
What could it possibly do to me that would help me escape?
