Broken Promise (The Broken Ones Book 3) by Jen Wylie

Author:Jen Wylie [Wylie, Jen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Untold Press
Published: 2014-10-06T22:00:00+00:00

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After he left, she sat for a bit, trying to get her mind to clear and body to work. Finally giving up, she cursed under her breath and used the desk to pull herself to her feet. Was it the drugs making her like this, or because she'd slept for so long?

She stumbled to the door like a drunk. Her fingers fumbled with the latch. Finally getting it to open, she breathed a sigh of relief seeing he'd left a lamp lit on a table by the door.

The table gave her something to hold onto as she stepped inside. The room wasn't big. With a confused frown, she noticed another door on the wall to her left, which she deduced opened to the hall. Spotting a tub in the corner to her right, she guessed it was for servants to come and bring water.

The wall helped her balance when she reached the privy box. It even had a lid, which she lifted gingerly. The dark hole surprised her, and she bent, looking down. Some sort of chute going outside, small enough she wouldn't fit in it to escape through. At least it kept the smell down.

Even so, having a privy indoors…pirate life must be doing well for him to have such a luxury.

When finished, she made her way back to the table by the door. A real mirror hung in a wooden frame above it.

Averting her eyes, she took advantage of the pitcher and bowl there to wash her hands and face. The table even had soap, brushes, and a jar of chew sticks. She took one of those, chewing the end until it frayed before using it to brush the fuzz from her teeth.

Though still wobbly and more disorientated than she liked, her vision had at least cleared.

Unable to stop herself, she looked into the mirror…and winced. The left side of her face was a mess of bruises and scabs. Both eyes were blackened. The left one startled her with half of the white now red from a burst blood vessel.

No wonder Prince had been so furious. Or…had that even been real? Anger rose within her and she clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to punch the mirror. Some of the wounds were bad enough to scar. Rot it all, she had enough scars already. Pulling on a bit of power, she healed the wounds on her face and the blood in her eye. The bruises she left. They'd heal eventually on their own, and she didn't want to waste more power. She considered healing her ribs and changed her mind, having no idea when the pirate would return. Those could wait until she knew she had time alone.

Opening the door, she paused, surprised to see Roan already returned and sitting at the desk. He'd lit more lamps, making the room considerably brighter.

He noticed her, scowled, and gestured to a chair before the desk. She stared at it for a moment, not remembering it being there before.

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