Chapter 48

‘Zayla? Are you awake now?’

Stirring awake with a groan, Zayla surveys the room to look for the owner of the voice. She could feel her muscles protest at her movements, so her head twisted left and right a little sluggishly.

“Weird.” She utters and was about to lay her head back down, hoping to sleep a little longer more but she heard the voice once again, this time sounding more crisp and clearer.

‘Zayla…’ It called out to her again. She frowns with her eyes closed as the voice keeps calling her attention, each time sounding more urgent. Sitting up slowly and letting her sore muscles relax, she rubs at her eyes and looks around the room again.

“Miss?” She croaked out hoarsely trying to call out for the female voice that had been calling her. The voice was smooth like satin, ranging around a mezzo-soprano timbre and giving away no accent.

When no one appears at the door or responds, she laughs at herself and voices out, “I’ve gone crazy. That’s the only