Chapter 13 – OtyliaI heard him…
WACŁAW’S VOICE HADN’T BEEN MORE THAN A WHISPER, but as I lay, shaking, in my bed, I knew it had been him. “I’m coming, Otylka.”
I’d called back over and over. No reply came. Our bond had strengthened to the point I’d felt his breaths in my own lungs, but now there was nothing. It was like someone had sliced the tether between us, leaving behind a void that gnawed at my aching heart.
Was he actually coming for me, or was this another of Weles’s tricks?
I wanted to weep and curl up under my bedroom’s willow. Part of me hoped I would drift away and wake to it all having been a nightmare. I’d feel the warmth of my little room in Dwie Rzeki after the Drowning of Marzanna and hear Dziewanna’s voice. I’d see Wacław at Lubena’s farm, and neither of us would be a
