Chapter 39
- When Chandra woke the next morning, it was to the sound of rustling papers. She fluttered her eyes open, feeling a little more than disorientated. She gazed long and hard up at the ceiling, wondering why she didn’t recognize the beautifully ornate designs of birds and butterflies and flowers.
- Where am I? she wondered contritely, suddenly very aware she wasn’t in her own room.
- More rustling of papers.