Chapter ElevenIt was not yet light outside but Caden had been awake for hours. He and his brother rarely slept. He couldn’t blame it on the fact they had been forced to do nothing but sleep for the last five hundred years; the truth was they’d been that way long before the witch had cursed them into their extended slumber.
He thought of their inability to sleep as both a blessing and a curse. Without being hindered by the need to sleep like other beings, they had an advantage; even witches were victims of the sleep cycle and that gave the brothers the perfect opportunity to pounce. However, there was a part of Caden, albeit a small part, that remembered what it was like to rest peacefully in a deep slumber, dreaming gentle dreams. He hadn’t been able to do that for a long time. He closed
