Bab 21: Better A Slût

There was music, the banging of drums, and musical sounds made out of people's mouths that I had never heard before.

My skin stung from the harshness of the cold, my nipples taut from how unprotected they were, I brought my hands up instinctively to cover myself, blinking as I looked around the environment that had now morphed itself away from where I was before, into this place that was in the middle of a somewhere I had no idea about, and under the vast starless night sky.

I had once again been teleported to somewhere else, but instead of feeling a little agitated as I had done before with Rowan, I was terrified and angry.

Very angry.

My chest was raising and falling, my heart slamming into its beats, following the fast rhythm of the drums, pounding in my ears, making me scared that it might combust at any moment.