The voice was harsh, cutting through Adelynn’s deep sleep.
“Up.” The voice insisted again.
This time rough hands grabbed at her shoulder and forced her to sit up.
Adelynn blinked wearily, her eyes dry and brain fuzzy. She hadn’t been able to sleep much during the night, her stomach twisting into knots and keeping her up until the early hours of the morning.
“What time is it?” she asked, looking at the four Firewalkers that stood around her bed. Bright light shone through the windows and she guessed it was midday.
“It is time to go,” one of them said, his voice rasping and his face full of disdain. “Mishal is waiting for you.”
Adelynn licked her lips. Her mouth was dry.
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