It had been two days and for the umpteenth time, her screams woke me. They resonated in my dreams where I was running from a big black wolf with violet eyes that had the aura of my father.
I opened my eyes on time to see her engulfed in flames. Green flames that licked at her skin but did not burn.
“What are you doing!?” I screamed. The chains around my wrists kept me from charging the elf-like man roasting my friend.
“You’re awake.” The elf shone his bright torch at me. I turned my eyes from the harsh glare of his light.
“What are you doing to her?” I snarled. Even through my tiredness, I felt an ache of protectiveness for Clara as she continued to whimper.
“I’m trying to see how best I can get this spirit out of her. The earlier I do that, the earlier your father lets me ge
