Chapter 28
Karl turned over, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. The sofa was far newer and better made than his own, but his night had been long. To say his mind had been active was a painful understatement.
He imagined things were moving and shifting whether his eyes were open or closed. Stealthy footsteps and creatures scrambling on the thatched roof turned out to be his own breathing, or his foot pressing against the end of the couch. He put it down to sleeping in yet another strange room. He could barely see the fire, and the smell had died down quite a bit too.
His nose twitched, sure that scent was changing. That wasn't any kind of mud or fire. Karl was certain he smelled a beast, hairy and filthy and sweating, drooling with the chance to devour all of them befo
