C44 The Predator Turned Prey

She opened her eyes to the darkness and immediately shut them again. Scarlet was lying on a soft bed made entirely of the finest plumage. When she opened her eyes, there was a faint light hanging upwards—a chandelier of many decades that had been forced to produce light in the dingy room.

The house was old but warm; in fact, it had not only the smell of human presence but a sweet-smelling one