Atissa rubbed her eyes in a vain attempt to chase tiredness away. Myrkan hadn’t allowed her to sleep inside the building, so she spent the night on the ground, on a pile of hastily gathered blankets and throws. If that wasn’t enough, the demon seemed to need no sleep and spent his waking hours torturing the adept. By the time the sun peeked out from behind the tree line, he must have already found and ripped all the imbued stones from the poor man’s body. The adept didn’t scream much anymore, but his huffs and groans, along with Myrkan’s vicious remarks, were enough to keep Atissa awake. In the dark of the night, she couldn’t help wondering whether the demon would turn on her after he was done with his other captive, because he had to realize soon enough that she was hardly useful with lim
