Racked by pain and utterly blind, Cassie slammed into something soft and tumbled to the floor. Laying there, dazed, she tried to shake off her disorientation.
'The spatial charm. Right...'
The darkness was full of familiar scents… she was in her childhood bedroom.
The thing she had slammed into was her bed. The surface underneath her was the beautifully embroidered rug her dad had bought her a long time ago, after she finished middle school.
The soft rug was swiftly absorbing her blood now. Cleaning it was not going to be easy… come to think of it, her pink bedcover had to be smeared in blood now, too.
Cassie felt a pang of panic at showing up home in such a state. Her mom was not going to have a heart attack…
No, this was not the time to think about these things.
Her call for help would be answered soon, but there was no telling how dire an ambush Asterion had prepared. What if his thralls somehow followed her here? Then, she would have put her parents in danger.
