The consonance

ALEXIOS

I bolted up to sitting, aware of the way I melted into the bed I was in. The chill of air brushed against my bare chest, kept from my knowingly naked body by a thick duvet tucked around me. I half expected to see nothing but crimson. But the would on my forehead and the broken bones were gone. The room was dark. The lamps were dim and the curtains blocked a lot of the sun lights phasing through the windows. That and the broad dark shadowy figure that blocked the lamp light in front of me from reaching me.

He stood before me. Vitale. Shadow cast across his cheekbones which hollowed out the features of his heinous face.

I looked down, unable to hold his dreary stare, and muttered, “You saved me.”

Even in my state, I knew how to act. Humble and grateful. Despite the rage surging inside me like electricity. Fiona had probably gotten what she wanted. An answer to where Lydia was hiding.

"Where is my mother?" I further asked.

"In one of the guest rooms," Vitale answered. "She cou