Chapter 119

SIENNA

When consciousness finally clawed its way back to me, it came in fragments. My eyelids felt like they had been weighed down with lead, my head thick, foggy, heavy as if it no longer belonged to me. I blinked once, twice, and the blurred shapes around me began to sharpen, not into comfort, not into safety, but into something unfamiliar.

The first thing I noticed was the smell. Damp wood. S