Chapter 3So recently, the last thing Zen remembered was dreaming. The memories were vague, but a few had come back to him—the touch of his angel and a view at night of breathtaking scenery.
Zen wished he was still dreaming, lost in the mist with three men who were little more than strangers. Zen liked his companions. Khel, Morty, and Dante were better men than any he’d met, even if they were strange—and Dante served the Lady of Chaos. What mattered was that Zen trusted them and believed they would keep him safe, at least to the best of their abilities.
But what might they have to save him from?
“Hold up,” Khel called, his voice a faint whisper at Zen and Morty in the back, as he and Dante continued forward like walls of brute force.
Then Zen saw why Khel had told them to stop.
Bodies
