Drake jerked upright in his bed, sweat soaked sheets tangled around his body. His heart was hammering and he was gasping for breath. And in his mind he could still hear Catherine’s cries.
The dream had been awful. He’d been watching Catherine on board the Azimuth as the hellship tortured her. He’d heard her cries. Felt her pain. Sensed her longing for it all to stop, for an end to the torment, and her desperation at knowing it would continue relentlessly.
The images of his sister and the feelings from her had been incredibly vivid. It hadn’t been like any dream he could remember having before.
‘It wasn’t a dream,’ sent the Azimuth, the feel of its voice even more disgusting than usual as it flowed into his mind. ‘Those were memories, not dreams. Your sister’s memories, torn fro
