Raven
“It smells awful in here.” I tugged against Neil’s grip on my hand, digging my heels into the dirt. My nose wrinkled at the scent of something I couldn’t quite place—whatever it was, it smelled like death. And rotten eggs.
“Stop struggling,” Neil growled, clearly annoyed with me. “It’s just a little further.”
I shook my head and pulled harder. He’d been leading me around like this for a while now, blindfolded, and wouldn’t tell me where he was taking me. All I knew was that we had trudged through some part of the forest, then into what sounded like a cave, and now it smelled like…
“It smells like rotting corpses!” I whined. I twisted my wrist and finally broke free from his grip as memories of that enormous, horrible sword coming down on that guy’s neck filled my mind
