Chương 139: Her Dirty Little Secret

Morning came with Islinda snoring softly in her sleep right before muttering incomprehensive gibberish that sounded like a baby's babble. However, the sun's ray that filtered through the curtain cast its heat upon her making her uncomfortable, plus the tantalizing smell of nature that teased her nostrils and her eyes finally opened. 

She yawned loudly, stretching her body and contorting like a worm set on fire before finally relaxing on the bed. A smile crossed Islinda's lips and for some reason, her body felt lightweight and she was oddly happy. This was the best sleep she has had since arriving here and she wondered why. 

Suddenly, the memories began to return and the image of Theodore suffocating her with his twigs made her flinch and she felt her throat. She was fine, nor did she feel any pain. Did they heal her?