Chapter Six
SarahA day passed. Then another. Sarah found it hard to keep track of the days. Sometimes nightmares tore her from her sleep, vicious dreams about losing her family and running. So much running.
She woke, panting and in a cold sweat. The dreams were so real.
“You are safe.” Vekele sat at the foot of the bed. Moonlight picked silver highlights in his dark hair. His gray complexion had an ethereal glow. It was unfair how pretty he looked when Sarah had a serious case of bedhead going on.
“Drink this,” he said, pressing a glass into her hands.
It was warm and smelled medicinal, like spearmint or ginger, with a generous dose of disinfectant. She took a cautious sip, finding the beverage bitter. “Is it poison?”
He frowned. “No. We discussed this.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s impolite t
