Xion slowly lifted the duvet over his messy head. He peeked around, and only when he saw no one in the room did he breathe a little easier.
Good. He was alone.
Only after relaxing did his focus shift to his surroundings. It was an unfamiliar room.
His surroundings were exotic, far too lavish to be an inn, yet too artistic to be associated with Darius. The warm scent of paint and fresh flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint traces of something sweet, maybe wine?
Xion could not tell. He hesitated before sitting up. There was sharp pain near his shoulder, exactly where Klein had dragged his knife. He rolled his shoulder lightly to ease the ache.
Dragging his shirt up to see his chest, he saw it. A scar the size of a hand directly above his heart.