Lifting his right hand up, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his fingers. A sound to his right had him stiffening. He warily turned his head. The rounded figure of a woman with vivid purple hair and matching eyes stared back at him with a huge grin. He was so focused on the bizarre image it took a moment for the metal bars to sink in. Rolling, he sat up on the edge of the bed. A low moan escaped him as his pounding head protested the move. He felt like he had drunk one tanker too many of potent Trayvan liquor. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees until the spinning stopped. “You must have really made Lacey mad for her to spell you for so long,” the woman stated as she came up to peer at him through the bars. “You’re a good looker, too.” Frost slowly raised his head and stared back at the woman. He would have shaken his head if he hadn’t been afraid he would pass out again. He opened his mouth several times before he was finally able to push out the words caught in his throat.
