The shades had been drawn. It was the first thought that popped into Sada's head as she came groggily into consciousness. With tremendous effort she pried an eye open and sure enough the heavy velvet curtains were open to the lightening sky. Careful not to move suddenly she sat up deliberately ignoring the protesting cry her body gave. Geez, when had mugging become so painful, she laughed bitterly. If only Christian had stayed where he belonged, at her side, none of this would have happened. Her senses would have been alert to the humans. If only I hadn't shown him. . . .
It was then it hit her. Garlic! Who had drenched her room in garlic?!!! The smell clouded her mind as a noxious gas would. No wonder her injuries were so painful, Sada's body hadn't been able to heal itself, with the disturbance the garlic caused to her the injuries stung worse than ever. A tingle in her limbs caused her to look down. Terror blossomed so strong in her she was nearly sick. Her wrists had been chained cruelly with tightly woven garlic stock. The paralysis of sleep was shaken off only to be replaced with an overpowering sting. Whipping her head around Sada watched in distress as the sun rose quickly and steadily. The pain was so intense from the twin assaults that tears clouded her eyes leaving bloody trails down her cheeks. Saeran if only I had listened to you. . .