Chapter 8The knock on her door startled Zofia awake. She sat up and found herself on the upholstered couch, fully dressed. Only a few candles and the fire in the grate barely lit the room.
“Oflamo,” she incanted. Every lantern and every candlestick burst into flame, lending a soft amber glow, and now she could see the whole room.
The knock came again, a little louder this time.
Expecting the alchemist, she had hurriedly dressed, thinking he would be here in a matter of moments. But she waited and paced for quite a while. She watched the people down below for a time. Then became tired of standing on pins and needles, not sure who Stephen's current alchemist would be. Hopefully he wasn't like the old dodger with bad teeth and huge girth, and a penchant for little girls and boys. She was p
