Sierra shuddered in her bed as the soft breeze entering from the window brushed over the skin of her back. The shirt was slightly pulled over exposing the bottom of her back from continuous tossing and turning around. She recalled her memories of visiting Darsoania and wondered how it would feel living there, without apparent stupid spells and the constant fear of being discovered.
These thoughts opened the door to countless torments; she was sold to someone. What if it was Duncan? The thought made her heart skip a beat. If it was the case, why would he truly buy her? Was it for her blood or something else?
