Fingers fumbled at my neckline, and I winced away, trying to fight as I regained consciousness. My body was upright, tied so I could not move anything but my head.
A Grey Man was trying to undo the torc around my neck, and hissed when his hands touched the silver. I almost gagged from his fetid breath on my face. The decayed stench was closer. I wondered if the Grey Men were even alive, or men long dead whose bodies had been animated by the Corpse King’s dreadful magic.
The thing kept trying to grip my torc, and drawing back as if the silver burned his skin. I would remember that.
It took three Grey Men to try in succession, but they removed the torc and threw it down. I almost cried out at the loss. My body was weakened not only from the attack of the Grey Men, but the lack of connecti
