Nora's voice burst with excitement as she rushed to the bedside, but her enthusiasm was short-lived. The clanking of metal shackles reminded her of her captivity, and she froze, unable to approach the bed.
Alexa sat up, dazed, taking in her surroundings. The empty hall had an earthy, wooden smell, and rusty metal bars lined the walls, one of which held Nora captive. A stylish bed dominated the room — creating an unfit image, and Alexa lay on it, confused. The large wooden door loomed at the far end of the room.
"Where am I?" Alexa wondered aloud.
Nora smiled wryly. "Only Lady Mesh knows. But I'm relieved you're awake. You've been sleeping for three days, and I was getting worried."
