Reyna never did get back to sleep that morning. It wasn't just anxiety about picking up her dream where she'd left off that kept her from her bed. She couldn't stop thinking about Darragh and what he may be enduring at that very moment. Based on what she'd witnessed when she'd looked into the creature's eyes that night, it couldn't be anything good.
She hadn't yet taken the time to fully process the emotions her interaction with the creature had brought swelling to the surface. Then again, it wasn't just that night she hadn't taken the time to emotionally sift through. Reyna still didn't know who had taken her human life; the creature merely exploited the residual pain, fear, and confusion that remained.
And Darragh had been with him for 300 years. She couldn't even begin to imagine wh
