Chapter 263. And Stranger

Tawny

Day two in Cambiador:

I find myself waking up in the bright room. My short body—lost in the crisp white sheets of the enormous bed I'm sleeping in. It's so big and high that when I literally crawl to the edge and sit, my feet dangle off the side and I have to hop down.

Landing on two feet, I stretch and make my way to the overly lavish and gold-accented bathroom. I pause by door number three and open it a crack, just to hear Mason's deep snores coming from his makeshift bed on one of the couches in there.

I chuckle to myself at the sound. I had met Mason a few times, but never really spent an extended amount of time around him. I liked him though. He was down to earth, quick-witted, and an all-around nice guy. Hopefully, they would sort his room out today. It angered me that they would shove him into something that was no better than a broom closet. Like he was beneath them, less cow shit.

After showering and smelling like I