Jaguar Sun (Jaguar Sun Series Book 1)

by Martha Bourke

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  I woke up totally disoriented and with a headache that made me nauseous and gave me fuzzy vision. And then a voice I recognized broke through my muddy senses.

  “Maya, here, drink some of this.”

  “Victrixa?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry about your head. You may have a slight concussion. They were supposed to have used ether, but they panicked. Neanderthals. You have quite a bump on your head. It’s all right, though. Drink this. It will help with the pain.”

  “Where am I?” I whispered. Anything louder threatened to make my head explode.

  “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that,” she said. “The less you know the better. But you have a regular bed, a table and a chair. And your own bathroom. There’s also a very small refrigerator with some snacks and bottles of water. But, please, Maya, don’t make trouble. If you’re a model prisoner, we’ll release you after the solstice.”

  I drank what she gave me without a fuss, mostly because I figured it would either help my headache or kill me. Either way, the damn headache would be gone.

  “Lay back now and get some rest,” she said. “In a few hours, I’ll have a meal sent down.”

  I lay back against the cool pillow. I was on what seemed to be a twin-sized bed. When I heard the clinking of keys and metal bars, I groaned. I was so screwed. I just lay there on the bed, waiting for the medicine to work. Slowly, very slowly, the pain began to ease and I was able to drift into an uneasy sleep.