The early morning light shone through the window and onto the side of the bed where Evanna lay asleep. She fluttered her eyes open, feeling well-rested and started to stretch her arms out; pain immediately shot through her in multiple spots over her body, the back of her head, her stomach and her face. Reality soon caught up with her as she remembered why her muscles were tight, and her body bruised. She had been attacked the night before.
Slowly sitting up, she leaned her body against the wall, bringing her knees to her chest. Her mind began to flashback to the man on top of her, his hand around her throat, strangling her. Taking a deep breath in, she released it slowly, calming herself; she was still breathing, she reminded herself. She did not need to be fearful, Cilv took care of them, and they would never harm another soul again.
