Chapter 39. Groggy

A sudden jerky movement rocked Naomi from a nightmare.

Her throat was scorched and her head seemed to be stuffed with wool.

The bright afternoon light streaming in from a window pierced through her heavy lids, causing her to snap them shut.

Her lips were dry and cracked when she worked her tongue over them. She wondered how long she had been out.

The image of Daegal’s stern eyes glaring down at her flashed behind her closed eyes, forcing itself through the darkness she was shrouded in.

As she pried her eyes open carefully in a bid to get rid of the memory and prepared herself for the brightness of the sun, she wondered if Kyr was still in her room.

In a panic, she made to stand from the bed she lay on but it was as if get body was made from heavy metal.

Everything hurts.

"Lolo! You have finally come to. Praise the Creator! Please, you must rest!" A high-pitched voice that made her ears ring, begged.

Slumping back to the soft pillows wea