Adjusting his eyes to the lone light, he still couldn't see much until a figure stepped forward. He found his mouth dry and lips thinned. The figure sat on the chair and watched him squirm before he settled with a firm look.
"Took you awhile to wake," her voice filtered through his ears and he grinned.
"Had a good dream."
The female crossed her legs as she sat leaning back. Here he was, on his knees before her like a beggar. That thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he did not move.
"I know, I was there," her lips lifted, and he gritted his teeth.
"You did it, then I should thank you," he forced a smile.
