Chapter Twenty
There had been a time when I dreamed of masked men strapping me down to an altar, skinning me alive, and then drinking my bones. There had been a time where I’d dreamed of ancient temple builders having their souls stripped from them in mass ritual sacrifice. In comparison to the nightmares I’d been having the past week, including the one I couldn’t wake from now, those dreams of the past would have been a welcome reprieve.
Behind my eyelids, the darkness consumed me. I knew I was dreaming, but I felt the shadows cloying at me. The shade settled around my shoulders like a shawl, the murkiness hung like a fringe swishing at my back and sides as I tried to find my way through. And then I felt him.
He stood near me, next to me, but so far away from me. It was almost as thoug
