Chapter Thirty

The growing warmth from the glass made Rori stir in her sleep and as her eyes fluttered open the warm brown orbs of her mother's eyes appeared in front of her, and as Rori tried to wipe the fuzz from her sight, she noticed it would not disperse. Rori tried rubbing her eyes harder and finally heard the foggy sound of her mothers voice, “don't rub your eyes Rori dear, you know how much Henry doesn’t like it.” Rori nodded her head as Alma reached down and yanked her to her feet, suddenly Rori realized she was still in Murdok’s mountain and as she gained her balance Rori grabbed her mother by the arm. “Mom! We have to get out of here… this place isn’t safe for you to be in.” Rori started to panic, but Alma grabbed her daughter on either side of her face, “silly girl, what do you mean… Henry already spoke with your lovely young man, and they agreed you would live here now, isn’t that fabulous, darling.'' Rori pulled herself from her mother's grasp as she s