His hair was white, but he was so skinny that he resembled a skeleton. Like the rest of the staff, his gaunt face was expressionless.
Footsteps echoed around me. The heavy steps on the wooden floor made me search for the person. Sir Dacre stood before me, only he was younger.
“Do you like my puppets of the dead?” he said with a smile, but pride shone from his dark eyes.
I glanced down to see his dog, Ahkur, beside him. The dog’s black eyes shone, reflecting the candlelight.
“Are you going to kill me?” I asked, staring at the dog’s dead eyes.
“I need you alive—for now,” he said, rubbing his beard that had gone from white to dark brown. “I do enjoy warm flesh from time to time.”
“This is just another nightmare, Holly. Wake up,” I said, beginning to panic. “Wake up.”
My desperate words made the bastard chuckle.
“That was rude of me. Yet, you managed to kill Owen all on your own,” he mused, trailing his finger along my abdomen, reminding me of where I stabbed and gutted Owen.
“Liar. You're lying,” I screeched.
“My trusty staff recorded it all,” he said, spreading my thighs to stare at my pussy.
My feet fell off the edge of the altar, leaving me open and exposed.
“No, get away from me,” I gasped, panting as I tried to move.
“You can't move because you drank a potent potion this morning.”
The coffee.
“What was in it?”
“Nothing for you to be concerned about. Just some burnt ashes,” he said, tugging at his tie.
I watched it slide from his collar and fall to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt. When his shirt parted I saw his body was tattooed all over with symbols. It was lines and lines of hieroglyphics.
“Your people took my tomb. Stole from me, awakened me and placed my amulet beneath this place of worship,” he said, waving his hand around the chapel.
Amulet?
Amulets were used as part of their magic rituals. Could he have tethered his soul to one?
“I met you by chance, but your soul is old. One I recognised,” he said, unbuckling his belt.
I tried to shake my head, but I couldn't move.
“What?” I asked, confused.
“You were a powerful priestess in my time. You objected to my method of rule and eventually had me poisoned,” he said with a smile. “Look at you now, Iset. Completely immobilised by ingesting the very thing you despised.”
Iset? Priestess?
“What did you give me?” I croaked.
“Crushed human remains with a potent dark spell. Imagine my surprise when I came across you after almost five thousand years. The Gods have been good to me.”
“I’m not this Iset person. My name is Holly—”
My words died away when I saw his dick. He had several black symbols on his damn dick.
