*Gemma*

I woke up feeling like I was back aboard the ship that had taken me to this damn continent, swaying and rocking, but this time I was lying down on something soft and cushiony, staring up at a dark adobe ceiling with thick, swirling lines carved into it. I assumed it formed some sort of image, but my eyes did not even like glancing at it.

I groaned and closed them, rubbing my temples where a headache pounded, making my head heavy and stuffed. It ...