Ezra
Lysandra's eyes widened. She stared at me, her face covered in shock. We basically stared at each with the same expression.
Then slowly, she crawled to where I was. The look of disbelief still all over her face.
Her chained hands came up and touched my face.
"It's really you," she whispered.
Her voice cracked.
"Oh my word."
Then she pulled me into a very tight hug. I couldn't hug her back because my hands were tied.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, after pulling away.
I tried to answer, but all that came out was a muffled sound.
Lysandra frowned.
Then she looked at the cloth tied around my mouth.
"Oh."
Using her chained hands, she grabbed the fabric and pulled it down.
I sucked in a deep breath.
Fresh air had never felt so good. Except that the air wasn't exactly fresh.
"What…" I coughed. "What are you doing here?"
She snorted.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I was kidnapped."
Lysandra blinked.
"What?"
"I was kidnapped."
