I woke up in a soft, unfamiliar bed. It took me a few minutes to remember what happened. I looked around. There seemed to be only one room and one bed. I could smell the dragon, but it wasn't my dragon. This was no good.
The door slammed open against the far wall and Laryn entered carrying a stack of wood. There was a fire in the hearth and a cool current of air passed through the room from the open door.
Where the hell was I?
I pulled the covers closer to my neck and waited for Laryn to turn my way.
He didn't smile and his voice was surly. "How do you feel?"
Should I answer?
No, not yet.
He walked closer and I gripped the covering tighter.
It didn't stop him. He grabbed a handful of the material and whipped it from the bed. I screeched involuntarily. The only thing I was thankful
