I SNAPPED out of my reverie when a door slammed shut and startled me. I was ready to jump into action, running away from the invisible danger. But it was only Flint slamming the door to the restroom a little too hard. Rita, who was sleeping soundly at the far corner of the bed didn’t even flinch or be bothered by the noise. Flint raised an eyebrow at my expression, but I brushed it off with a small smile.
The room was nicer than I thought it would be. It was also cleaner. Maybe that man was right. Knox or whatever. This was probably the nicest inn we could have in the village.
Flint flopped herself down in the dresser’s chair while she started brushing her hair with a comb provided by Linda. The kind woman also gave us something to change into. She was super nice, but my trust issues wou
