Chapter 48 Punch Him

• Jessamine's Pov
• I turn, tangling in…sheets. A bed, perhaps? No, the surface is too coarse, and the fabric beneath my head carries a scent of...
• “Sometimes I forget how fragile you are,” a deep voice says as I rouse from sleep. I stiffen, eyes flying open, and I jolt when I see Kier seated on a wooden stool, watching me. I sit up straighter, looking around me, confused. I’m in a tent, and from the darkness creeping into the space, nearly overshadowing the lit candles, night has fallen.