Chapter 12: The Friendly Host

I woke up hours later.

It was disorienting that the room was still dark. It felt like the night would never end. I sat up and stretched my hands over my head. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. They felt a little heavy from all the crying I did but I wasn’t too concerned about it.

I contemplated getting out of bed and venturing downstairs. I trusted that it was around daytime because it wasn’t all that probable that I slept through the day. Konstantin would be sleeping and Felix, too.

I sighed before lifting the covers from my body.

The manor was silent, as expected. As I tiptoed down the hallway, I suddenly remembered the woman that was strapped to the dining table. Would she still be there? If so, I’d turn right back. I didn’t have the stomach to see that first thing in the morning.

Or afternoon or whatever the time of day was.

When I stopped to peer through the balusters, I saw that the table was empty. Not only was it empty, it also had platters of fruits and cheese right on top.