*Ciana*

I was fading into and out of consciousness, moving between my dreams and reality.

The first thing I noticed was that wherever I was, it did not smell like my room. Instead, it smelled of old wood and musk.

Hushed voices reached my ear.

“This is stupid. There is no telling if this will even work.” The first voice was female. “What if the rumors aren’t true? She will know exactly who we are within seconds.”

“Don’t be ...