CHAPTER 84
A Century Ago
Marcus woke up screaming and drenched in sweat. His brows creased as sweat formed in his glabella and fell to his brows but that was the least of his concerns as he was disoriented.
His lungs fought for air that wasn’t full of ash and blood. His hands clawed at the sheets, half shifted, the scent of burning still clinging to his skin. He could still hear the bones breaking under his claws. See Abel’s face, wide-eyed, betrayed, broken.
It felt so real. Too real. It felt more like reality than a dream.
The Vale, the battle, the betrayal.
The change. He was frightened.
He scrambled from the bed, stumbling into the wash basin, splashing cold water on his face like it could drown the memory.
He frantically splashed water on his face and when he looked up at hi
