Nova groaned as she opened her eyes. Her head hurt as if she’d been hit with a huge stone block. She squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her arms, that felt like they were weighted by lead, to her face and rubbed her eyes. Her mouth felt dry and she wrinkled her nose. She smelled blood. Dried old blood, but it was blood.
Nova twisted her neck and grimaced. There was a distinct ache on her throat that was coming back like a distant memory. On a table near the bed was a glass of water and a pitcher of water. She reached for the glass as she leaned forward. Her head felt like death warmed over. With a groan she took hold of the glass, focusing on her arm to keep the shaking down to a minimum – and the water in the glass.
Greedily she drank the water as if it was something she had been denied for days. Casting a glance at her surroundings, Nova noticed she wasn’t tossed into a cell – that at least meant she hadn’t been found guilty of any wrong doing just yet. She noticed a person standing nearby as she sat up fully, putting her head between her knees. She was covered in blood. The woman that was standing waiting to be told where Nova intended to go, or what Nova intended to do, motioned to the foot of the bed.
Nova slid her legs over the side of the cot and fought the urge not to vomit. The world spun for a few brief, heart throbbing, moments before everything went back to where it belonged. She took some cloths left on the stand and poured the ice cold water into a basin. Using the rudimentary soldier’s basin to make herself presentable, Nova stripped down to nothing. There was nothing that the woman waiting for her hadn’t seen before – and nothing that anyone would report to Kraven should they see her. No one wanted to be caught eyeing a Werewolf now. Especially Nova.
It was a trying few minutes as Nova washed her body, staggering to her feet in order to get every scrap of blood off of her body. Once the blood was gone she began to feel better, the very act of having to take care of herself caused her strength and mental function to return as quickly as was possible. She dressed slowly, taking time to lace her boots and tuck in her shirt. She had discarded the piece of fabric that had bound her breasts because it was ruined. Kraven would just have to deal with her breasts unbound beneath her shirt. She doubted he’d really even care.
“Take me to Kraven.”
She was brought through a myriad of halls and levels in Kraven’s expansive estate. She was not surprised, but didn’t take the time to memorize every aspect of the levels she was shown through. She took time to simply note how to get to where Kraven wanted her, and how to return to the room which she was left.
“How much time has passed?”
“It will be dusk in twenty minutes, Miss.”
“Good. Thank you.”
Nova grimaced as she thought about being prone and incredibly vulnerable in what she now considered a hostile household. It was due largely to the fact that Anabel VonHagen would be displeased with the events that had taken place. Or, at least, that’s what Nova liked to think at least.
A door loomed before her and she was ushered inside. Nova cast a wary glance around the room, taking note of any potential threat to her person. The cut that she had received from Rakhaev’s knife was red and angry, but healing of its own accord.
“I seem to recall you advising me to join you in this room, Kraven.” All formalities were lost. This was not something that Nova had signed up for. If they wanted to see what it meant to watch a caged and cornered animal fight, then they were doing an excellent job of making Nova uncomfortable.