Ivan
"Where am I?" I opened my eyes, feeling like I was having a reverse hangover, a concept Nefra once commented to me after magic.
I didn't remember anything except for the argument with Camp.
Where was Sati? Was she alright? I'm trying to remember how she looked when Barakael held her, but I can't see her. She'd been under the lava, and I only knew they'd planned it that way. Should I have been surprised they turned on us? We'd expected it.
"You're in your room," A familiar voice said, and I sat up, growling defensively at the man who held up his hands in surrender. "Woah! Calm down!"
"Get the fuck out of here!" I snarl, grateful I don't feel weak. "You have the audacity to show your face? Where's Sati?"
"The Sins… took her when you arrived…" he lowered his head as if showing guilt, but I moved quickly, throwing a punch he didn't avoid.
