Chapter TwelveIt was the smell that came to her first. Thick, musty, old. First one eye, then the other. Light invaded her, pain stabbing at her pupils. She blinked through it and things came into focus, very slowly. There was light, very weak, very yellow. But a light. She was grateful for that, even though it hurt. When she moved to sit up, the pain increased and she gave a little cry, instinctively reaching for her jaw. She winced. It hurt worse than anything she could remember. Thinking it was broken, she tried to move her mouth again, half expecting it to be too painful. But she was surprised to find that it wasn't that bad. Still swollen, still probably bruised, but not broken. She allowed herself a sigh and tried sitting up again.
It was a small room, almost a cell. The walls, a pa
