Sixty Nine

Hawke

Terror and dread jolted me from my uneasy sleep, leaving me shaking with adrenaline, a sick feeling twisting my gut.

“Asher.” The room echoed with the sound of her name falling from my lips. Something was deadly wrong.

Phantom pain tore through me, but instead of fading away, the sensation intensified. It was like acid burning a path in my veins. I had to get out of here. To help her. I dropped my shield and linked with her mind, knowing the risk I was taking but unable to stop myself.

All I saw was blood and fire and death in her mind. It was reminiscent of...