CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The sound of hammering woke her. Muffled and regular, it drove into Jade’s sleepy dreamstate and dragged her back into what passed for reality. Sighing regretfully, she raised sticky eyelids and stared at a canvas ceiling. Her limbs seemed too heavy to bother moving, so she stayed still, wondering where she was – and who the heck was into major construction somewhere nearby.
Turning her head, she saw familiar packs and gear strewn carelessly around the place. Four other sets of bedding seemed to indicate all her friends were alive and well and that this was not some sort of prison. So far, so good. Now for the real test. Was she alive and well, or just well-ish.
Cautiously, she sat up. It was surprisingly easy, considering how awful she’d felt the last couple of
