The floor was moving.
She was being dragged somewhere. That was the first thing that registered.
She blinked a few times as the corridor swam into focus.
Torchlight. Grey stone she recognized. Lunaris Keep. To her relief, she'd somehow made it home.
"She's awake," one of the guards muttered.
The dragging didn't stop. It sped up, boots echoing like soldiers who hated this shit and wanted it done yesterday.
"Harrold." Her voice came out hoarse. She sounded worse than she felt which was saying something.
Harrold didn't look at her. His grip shifted a fraction. His thumb moved against her arm in a gesture so small it could have been accidental. It wasn't. She knew his hands. That was a warning. Keep quiet.
Her stomach dropped, the situation fully sinking in. She was being goddamn dragged by Harrold and Mattius. Two guards that she knew well.
She tried to move her legs.
The dragging stopped for a split second to let her stand.
