I sat up, and the red linen sheets that surrounded me fell to my waist.
The room was slightly humid, but the window was cracked to invite a breeze in, and red curtains danced as the wind cooled my face.
I exited the room and began down a hallway. There were three other doors, hanging ajar.
There were two black wall sconces attached to the red wine coloured walls
This time it was a royal blue, and had six doors appose to four, only three of which were open.
I entered the first open door and felt myself take in my breath.
The ceiling was carved with an abundant of Celtic knots,
I stood staring at the books, my mind lost in the wonder and awe.
I whirred around.
And for the first time, I noticed a white bandaging around his shoulder, like gauze.
“Adam Stonehawk,” I begun again, trying to shake off the feeling of déjà vu by matching his grin
On the far side, the wall was not a wall, but a large window that took up almost the entire wall.
He stood at them in horror before looking at me ruefully.
The straight, caramel hair, the black silk cloak, the glittering scythe…
I felt myself swaying on my feet. The concentration was too much effort. Too much exertion.
Adam was by my side again, holding me up. “Good, Ronnie.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him blearily. “Did I say that out loud?”
He nodded, and I looked away.
The door was only opened a crack, like in his hast,