Madwoman With A Pen

Lady of the Crags, Pt. 4

"Kohl," Kalaina shifted next to me, tapping my bare shoulder with her long fingers. "Wake up."

I groaned and opened my eyes, meeting her own icy blue ones. They practically shone, despite the darkness.

"Go sleep in the living room. You're being loud," she said, rolling over and putting her back towards me.

I did as she said, slipping out of bed and pulling on my pants, which were discarded next to the bed. Grabbing the rest of my clothes, I exited the woman's room. This had happened a lot lately, and I'd practically made a habit out of crashing on the couch. My nightmares were getting steadily worse, and Kalaina had definitely noticed. I sighed, laying down on the couch. The couch was definitely not as comfortable as Kalaina's king-sized bed, but it was much better than a cold concrete floor. Before I'd been bought by Kalaina, I'd slept in a dirty cage in a warehouse owned by a slave trader. Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep.