Capítulo 157: The Prisoners

"Jin." Trace gulped. Jin was the dreamer.

The dream changed, and the shoemaker was alone, seething with rage as he struggled against ropes, either real or metaphorical.

Trace stepped back into the shadows, unnoticed, and left the dream. There were no others at the moment, but if Jin was here, chances are Katia was, too.

How would he tell Anaisa? He gulped, wanting to linger here in the void like a coward instead of facing her.

He had no idea how many guards there were now. Two seemed sufficient to guard a single, powerless woman like Emily, but the more captives, the more guards there would be.

Feeling sick to his stomach, Trace closed his eyes for a moment and waited for the feeling to pass. The guilt, the horror. Poor Katia, poor Jin.

Poor Anaisa. She would be devastated. After risking her life to make sure her sister had gotten away to safety, she would find out that she was wrong. Katia was not safe.