Isadora groaned, opening her eyes, but the light forced them closed as a headache formed. She tried to move, but it was difficult; her body felt underwater, and her muscles were too heavy.
She swallowed thickly, trying to open her eyes again when she did, everything was blurry but eventually cleared, and the first thing she laid them on was Kraven, sitting close to the wall, watching her with an intensity that made her body come alive.
The wind filtered through from the window, the curtains dancing, and the sharp ray of light touching everything, from the furniture to the wall and the frames hanging on the wall.
Familiarity became Isadora's gaze. They were back at the Witch's house.
"The—" she paused as the rest of the words hung in her throat. She had tried to move, too, and it ended up sending a hellish pain through her body that caused her to collapse back on the bed.
"Does it hurt, darling?"
