Chapter

Sixty two

Hawke

Unease tugged at my senses as I lay on the bed in my gilded cage. In the two weeks since my confinement began, I’d only felt this once before. A restless gnawing in my gut, a desperate hunger I couldn’t sate. I craved something but had no idea what that something was. Only that I needed it.

I’d fed, believing that would ease my hunger. It hadn’t even scratched the surface. For once, blood was not the answer to this emptiness inside me. I’d been a wild animal, tearing at the walls, frantic as I tried to break out of my cell. Until the sensation vanished...