“Don’t sleep yet, undead.” A small voice called out. My eyes snapped open and I sprang up, looking for the source of the voice. There was no one else in the room, but I could hear a heart beating. The voice and the heart were nearby. Sniffing, I smelled fae. It was close. I turned quickly, but it wasn’t behind me. I hunted around my room, searching behind curtains, in closets, under my bed, and even in cabinets. The smell never got any stronger or any weaker. “I can hear you. I can smell you. It’s only a matter of time before I find you.” I growled. “Maybe you should look under the bed again, undead.” The voice scoffed from behind me. Spinning around, I was furious and wanted to kill the intruder. I needed to get it talking. Tracking the voice would be easier if I got it talking.

