CHAPTER 88

　　Lyne felt a cotton fabric beside her and she squeezed it, trying to feel him. She exhaled and turned sideways, placing her arm on the bed. When she didn't feel anybody save the cotton cloth, her eyes flung open. That was when the memories came rushing in.

　　She sat up and took in all the details in the room she was sleeping. It had a familiar scent. Almost like she was home. A mantelpiece faced her and when she looked to her left side, she could see a high table with lots of books on it. It was organized and looked more like cleaned out. Unlike what she saw when she last came here.

　　Looking to her right side, she saw the door to the room open. She got down, noticed the change of clothes, and went through the door. She was met with drawn curtains and a tall, well-dressed, or well-armored woman, holding a mug and looking outside the window.

　　"You're up so early." She called and Chloe turned, shocked a bit.

　　"So, are you." She replied, leaving the window.