Chương 24: Chapter 24: Screams of Terror

Ambrose Drak

Screams of terror rip Ambrose out of the restless strings of sleep. Disoriented, he rolls off the flat stone and lands on the balls of his bare feet, ready to take on an attacker.

Images of Lord Maxton and his men come to mind. Have they penetrated the safety of the haven?

He wraps his hand around the hilt of his side dagger. The steel is cool, solid under his grip.

Jagged, rough rocks bite into his soles.

The source of the shrewd noise continues to assault his ears.

It's Mercy, who even now, struggles in her sleep.

She lashes out as if to ward off an unseen phantom in the darkness.

"Graysen . . . I need . . .P-please." Words slip past her lips, but her sentences remain fragmented.

He approaches her. "Mercy," he whispers. "Wake up."

"Nay." Tears weigh her lashes.

They pool at the corner of her closed lids. One by one, they spill over onto her cheekbones, leaving track marks in their wake.