I was losing consciousness.
I spat blood on his face.
He nodded his head and rubbed the blood off with a hand. Picking up a chair, he ambled to me. He swung it in the air and racked it on my face. The soldiers released me and I fell face flat to the ground, the shattered pieces of wood all over the floor.
"The king slept with her!" Heraya yelled.
No.
"Please let him go," she pleaded.
Chapter 37
---Dreams
Aya's POV
I was back here. Not again. The air was chilling and I wrapped my arm around myself. I walked down the dark corridor dimly lit by torches. Distinct voices sounded in the distance.
As I came closer, I saw two creatures. They looked like the ones I had seen in my last dream. But the only differences was that they looked taller and I don't know if I could use the word olde
