Chapter 94: Her Bloody Nightmares

ZINA

Zina was kneeling at the moon shrine, rubbing her palms fervently as if asking the moon goddess for some miracle. It was the early morning, yet her skin was sweaty and her fingers clammy, and she still was in her slip from the night before.

For reasons that weren't exactly strange, she had refused to sleep in the Arctic Castle and had resorted to sleeping at the Moon Shrine which she had made her second abode. She honestly simply could not deal with the stifling tension that was sewn shut into every corner of the Castle… but besides that was the dreams that haunted her.

No, it was no dream. It was a nightmare so profound she could taste in on the tips of her lips whenever she screamed herself awake in the middle of the night as she struggled to free herself of the menacing grip of the images that had held her captive.