Chapter 35 A Prisoner

• REIKA'S POV
• I woke up with a pounding head and blinked at the wooden ceiling above me. "Where am I?" I whispered to myself, my throat dry.
• I sat up slowly and looked around. The room had old medieval wood paneling, dark and heavy. The bed was simple, with rough linens, not the silk sheets I was used to with Apollo. The walls were bare stone, and the wooden beams across the ceiling made the place feel smaller. It wasn't luxurious like the room I shared with him… but it wasn't as bad as the tiny, filthy servant's quarters I had in Shadow Claw Pack.