Chapter Four
Run, little birdie, run!
I was awakened once again by another hissing sound. I must have drifted off when Idris and his visitors left. My whole body felt stiff, but the potion had given me enough strength to start moving again. Baxley battered me badly. My ribs were definitely broken, but right then, I didn’t have time to think about it.
“Hey, little one, wake up, wake up!” a familiar voice repeated several times. I shook my head and looked up, seeing incredible dark eyes that were normally red, but was using magical cover. My heart sped up. No, this wasn’t happening for real. It was Nicolas, or maybe I was still suffering the effects from being tortured.
“What’s going on? Is that really you, Nicolas?” I asked, not recognising my own voice. I must have been here two days,
