Chapter 6

Eleanor's lashes fluttered slowly, her eyelids coming to a slow opening. Her eyes moved around, trying to make sense of her environment. Everything seemed unfamiliar. She swallowed, then started to push herself to a sitting position.

"I think it is best if you stay lying down for now. You do not have enough strength for that."

She turned to her right, and Conaan was sitting on a small stool, his robe around him, his eyes fixed on sharpening a small arrow. His lips were pursed, his fingers moving with the smoothness of expertise and years of training.

The memory came back like a violent stab, and she moved away to the edge of the bed, like she needed to put more distance between to show him just how much she loathed him.

"Ae you finally going to kill me?" she asked, eyeing the arrow he was sharpening.

"I believe you would be a much easier prey while you are asleep, Eleanor." He looked up to her, his dark green eye exami