Chapter 7

VIOLET’S POV

I groaned stirring awake my head pounding like I had been hit by a giant rock. Confused for a moment, not knowing where I was, I tried to sit up but was forced back on whatever it was I was laying on. Pain shot up from my back in a way that seemed like I broke a cord.

My breath quickened and as I tried to take deep ones to calm myself, I let my eyes roam the room. I was in a tent but I didn’t have any memory of how I got here.

Images from the rogue attack flashed in my mind and my hand flew to the back of my head where I had been hit before I fell unconscious. Pain throbbed, letting me know it was not a dream at all.

My body also seemed to be covered in some kind of herb that had been mashed into a paste. It smelled horrible and I couldn’t help but scrunch my nose.

I stared at it, too engrossed staring at the wound marks on my body, trying to figure out the combination of herbs used to even notice that someone had entered the tent and he was looking at me surprised.

Was I