Kristen slept long, almost until ten, her body craving sleep to recoup from the exhaustion of her injuries and the strain of all that had happened the night before. Waking up stiff and groggy, she raised an arm to rub her eyes, then groaned at the pain in her ribs now that the effects of the sedative had worn off. She blinked and looked around, at first not remembering where she was. Then it all came back to her. This was Indra’s place, though Kristen was surprised the Indian woman hadn’t turfed her out by now. She fumbled her way out of the unfamiliar surroundings of the bedroom and tottered downstairs.