I blinked myself awake, groaning and shifting atop my bedroll.

   Ezzie said.

   I said, though I didn’t feel fine. I didn’t feel fine at all. I rubbed at my eyes with the heels of both hands.

  

  

  

  I nodded, staring up at the sloped ceiling of my lean-to. I put a hand to my throat, the throat a Warhound had just ripped out. There had been so much blood.

  And I had not died quickly.

  

  

   Ezzie said, as if she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of my mouth.

   I said.

   Ezzie said.

  I shrugged.

  

   I said.

  

  

  

  Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

  

   Ezzie said.

  

   Ezzie said.

  I barked a laugh.

   Ezzie said.

  

   Ezzie said.

  

   Ezzie said.

  

   Ezzie said.

  

  

  I cocked my head up at the Constructor, which was hovering in front of my face, its red eye staring down at me.

   Ezzie said,

  

  

   I said, brightening a little.

  

   I said.

  

   I said.

   Ezzie said.

  I forced myself to stand and ducked out through the low entrance of the lean-to, heading in the direction of the Dummy.

   Ezzie said.

  I stopped in front of the dummy.

   Ezzie said.