Satele's heavy eyelids slowly opened. A series of blurs crossed her eyes before it cleared, and stumbling on her view were unfamiliar colors and furniture.
Her brows creased. She thought that she was still in a dream since she was dreaming every night. Only to be awakened by the heaviness on her waist.
She let out a groan, and for once, it was not a frustrated groan of rousing from a nightmare, but a cry of protest from waking up from such a peaceful slumber.
She didn't know when was the last time she slept so soundly.
Maybe I should drink before I go to sleep?
At the sudden thought of this, her still groggy face and droopy eyes, which wanted to continue sleeping, widened when she was shocked awake by the memories of last night.
That's right! That man!
She jumped out of bed only to find herself immovable when that heavy feeling on her waist tightened.
Frowning, she shifted to her side.
