My senses were alive and invigorated. I could feel my fingertips pulsing with energy. It was as if I now had a new lease on life. Inhaling loudly, I could actually smell the crispness of the mountain air like perfume notes. I heard the sound footsteps of tigers padding through the woods, hunting. The crunch of enforcers’ boots against the ground as they patrolled. I could even smell the scent of jasmine mixed with honey, which achingly reminded me of home and Mom. Someone knocked on the door. I expected to see Skylar and finally learn what happened to Nick, but it was an unfamiliar female who strode into the living room with a steaming mug of broth. She looked at me with a blank face, but I sensed the anger seeping out of her pores. She absolutely loathed me. She gently placed the mug on the side table before walking out of my suite with head held high. Sighing loudly, I shook my head. Their anger toward me was getting worse. It was just a matter of time before they tried to kill me in my sleep.
