#Chapter 110: Shackled

Olivia POV I smelled sandalwood and had no idea why. It was light and sweet, but something about it disagreed with my stomach. I fought a wave of nausea. My head was killing me. I was in a bed. Wait, what? I got my eyes open and saw the tented ceiling above me. The lighting was dim. With a groan, I sat up and saw that I was, in fact, in light brown tent. The bed was really more a cot, and I saw the shadows of people walking around on the other side of the tent walls. There was no other furnishing, but on the floor I saw a tray with a coffee pot and cups. I regretted the noise I had just made, and in a moment, the tent flap to my right opened and Denis walked in. He as wearing full battle gear, clean and shining, and a sword hung sheathed at his waist. I supposed he thought he looked impressive, but all I saw was an Elroy wanna-be. My wolf growled in her muted fashion, and I did a mental inventory of my clothes. Nothing had been removed while I was unconscious but my boo