Mulan POV
My head was splitting.
That was the first thing I noticed— the splitting headache. That and the nasty pain coming from the cut on my forearm.
"Aw."
I opened my eyes very slowly and looked around.
Something felt off.
I forced my eyes to stay open. And my hurting brain to analyze things.Things like this room.
It was all wrong.
The ceiling was wrong. The light was wrong. The bed was wrong. Even the feeling in the pit of my stomach was wrong.
Everything was wrong.
I sat up.
Wait.
This isn't Ze.
Because unless Ze suddenly could afford silky sheet, high ceiling and soft mattress, this wasn't Ze.
No.
In Ze, everything was simple. The beds were simple. The sheets were just cotton and terribly worn from years of use. Even the damn blankets were made of wool and scratchy.
It couldn't be possible but this room looked like Albany Side castle.
The draped curtains. The tapestries depicting wolves hunting in forests. A chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
