Chapter Eight
Jas reached up to her head as she woke. It hurt so much she was almost surprised to find it wasn’t locked in a vise. She squinted against sunlight as she opened her eyes and registered that she was lying somewhere hard, cold, and bare. She tried to sit up. At the second attempt, she managed it and also closed her mouth, which had been open. Her gums and lips were painfully dry.
Krat. Krat. Krat. That misborn Erielle had drugged their food and taken the antidote herself before the drug had taken effect. She gasped as pain from her wrist registered. She looked down. It was covered in dried blood. Where her credchip had once been was now a raw gash. The impact of this discovery was beyond cursing to express. She could only stare at the wound for several moments as her heart an
