6. A Morning Bath

XENDAYA.

The sound of a roar makes me jolt upright and I look around the huge room, my heart thundering. It takes me a few seconds to realise where I am and everything that happened rushes back to me.

I sigh heavily as I brush back my hair that is sticking to my face.

I wipe my neck. I’m sweating.

It’s hot… so hot.

I’m only in the skirt I was wearing last night, the fabric of my top still on the ground.

Last night I didn’t bother to go look for something to wear, wishing to not be here, and I had probably fallen asleep at some point.

I curl my legs onto the bed and look out of the grail window, seeing a dragon fly through the sky.

I know it’s daylight, but the smog outside casts a shadow across the room. Why is it like that?

‘Morning.’ Shayara yawns.

‘Morning, it’s so hot here.’ I grumble.

What do I do now? Will he come back, or can I hope he’s forgotten about me and leaves me in this room?

I’d rather not have to see anyone.

‘But we can’t be forgotten, we need food.’

I gr