KATLYN
The feeling of warm stickiness coating my hands had me looking down and the sight of blôod on them had me gasping for breath as cold sweat broke out all over my body, and walls started to press me from all sides. I tried to stop them with my hands but they were too slippery. There was too much blôod. Blôod of the men I kîlled. Blôod of the man who wanted to hurt me. Blôod of the man, who saved me.
"Zurich." My eyes snapped open as I screamed his name in my mind.
The nightmare slowly receded its dark claws as I sat up with my hand on my heart that raced behind my ribcage like a wild horse. Zurich. He was hurt. I have to go to him. Every cell in my body wanted me to make sure he was fine. With anxious fingers, I grabbed the covers, ready to throw them off me. Only, I froze as I cau
