Sienna opened her eyes.
It felt as though she had been sleeping for an eternity, and she somehow expected to wake up to the news that all of Dilrik had fallen and everyone she had tried to save was dead.
The moment her consciousness returned, she sat up like she had been jolted by an electric shock.
She was somewhere else entirely, familiar but different. Her brain, still sluggish from the sedatives and the blood loss, took a long moment to catch up. Then, slowly, recognition dawned on her.
She was in the tea shop. The one where she used to meet Isaac.
A nearly empty bag of blood hung from a stand beside her, its contents slowly dripping into the needle embedded in her arm; her self-inflicted wounds had been professionally and neatly bandaged, and the room was empty.
