Sharon and Zoya
"So our captors have changed the routine," Zoya mused. It wasn't entirely surprising. Keeping captives off-balance by not letting them become inured to a set schedule was a common practice. The note on the door congratulating them on defeating the hounds and providing a reward was likely just a smokescreen for the true purpose.
"I am," Zoya said. "I woke on the shore two days ago, the morning the hounds appeared." She realized that one of the scents she'd been smelling was coffee. "Sankts be praised," she said, and quickly poured herself a cup. "Wherever I am, at least there is coffee."
She looked at the blonde woman. "I am Zoya Nazyalensky."