Lyra's POV
Meat?
Roasted meat. Fresh and finely roasted meat! Yes.
The first scent that registered in my mind, the moment darkness wore off, was a scent that resonated with my innermost urge. It made my dry, sore mouth water, and my eyes fought to get a peek of what it was, and when I did, I was met by a familiar face.
"You are awake, thank goodness." Maryam said, her soft brown eyes settled on me, almost weakening my resolve.
"What are you doing here?" The scent slowly faded away as pain took place. The ache supersedes me. Every part of my body suddenly felt clouded with misery. It was as though everything was coming back to me all at once, I smelled so much like my nemesis, Draziel. The thought of him possibly being around charged me.
"Where is he? He was here, right?" Paranoid, I scanned the room.
"Who?" Maryam asked.
I was on a bed dressed in thick cotton clothes, my legs padded in socks, and my arms—they were bandaged.
