Zorian’s eyes abruptly shot open as sharp pain erupted from his stomach. His whole body convulsed, buckling against the object that fell on him, and suddenly he was wide awake, not a trace of drowsiness in his mind.
“Good m-!”
Kirielle was cut off as Zorian shot upright, eyes wide in fright, gasping for breath. He had been killed! They killed him! He told someone about the attack and he was killed that very evening! How the hell had he been discovered that fast!? Was Zenomir in on the attack or were they just that well informed?
“Nightmare?” Kirielle asked.
Zorian breathed deeply, ignoring the phantom pain in his chest as he did so. “Yeah. Definitely a nightmare.”
Zorian knew he should focus on what Ilsa was saying, but for the life of him his mind wouldn’t stop dwelling on what
