Chapter 141

Maren felt like she was floating when she regained consciousness, a familiar aroma of sandalwood infiltrating through her nostrils.

Was she dead?

Machines beeped in the distance, and the mere task of opening her eyes hurt. Bad.

As she tried to recall what had happened the last time she had been awake, she was surrounded by people in white who opened her eyes and flashed torchlight.

"Ouch," she win