The world was hazy in her eyes when Myra returned to consciousness. She tried to blink against the spinning of the room.

The fire in the hearth was what filled her vision at first, the orange glow illuminating the room.

Her head throbbed dully and her arms ached. Her lashes fluttered unsteadily as she struggled to regain full consciousness.

But she was faintly aware of her surroundings. The scent of salt and herbs lingered in the air. Her fingers touched a soft fabric that covered her ...