CHAPTER FORTY
Bjorn was having a nightmare.
In that dream, his body was tied to a chair and he couldn’t move no matter how much he struggled.
“Morgan! Cain!” he shouted, “Father!”
But no one came. He was all alone in that room. The door creaked open then Tatiana walked inside.
“Princess,” he breathed, “someone tied me here. I can’t move.”
Instead of helping him, Tatiana circled around him and stood in front of him. Something was weird about the princess. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, yet she smiled from ear to ear. She walked closer to him and caressed Bjorn’s face.
Her icy fingers traced down his cheeks, that sent shivers down his spine. He definitely knew that something was wrong with the situation.
“My dear Bjorn.” Even Tatiana’s voice was different from usual, “you’re mi
