“Roman, can you make a sleep mixture?” I said, heading over to him and the horses. “Until the moon passes we can’t risk her waking up. We need to bind her and keep her down…”
Agatha’s hands pulled at me, but I didn’t feel them. All I felt was the anger still surging in the sleeping form of Feyra.
We were all in danger now.
Chapter 13
FEYRA
The hallway was never ending. As much as I ran or pushed myself to my limit, I could never reach the door. Laughter echoed all around me, rebounding inside my mind as much as off the stones.
I cried out, stumbling over a branch in the floor. It was a tree root…
I looked around, the stonework was gone and the hallway was a memory of my mind. I was in a wasteland. Desert and rocks as far as I could see...
The landscape changed again, and I was no longer a wolf anymore. I looked down at my naked body, gooseflesh rose as the wind tore at my skin. I was in a valley. Then back in the hallway. Valley. Hallway.
Back and forth it went.
I closed my eyes and held my hands over my eyes. This was only a dream. A dream! I could control a dream. I could–
“Enough!”
I opened my eyes. I was in a hallway, but a different one now. It wasn’t cold however. That, I realized, was the thought plaguing me as I ran in the hallway before. It had been cold. Inhuman. Evil. A force permeating from the walls that was–like it was trying to eat me.
I shuddered. But this hallway? It was beautiful. I walked towards the ornate door at the end. It was carved from stone, and when I held the door knob, it too was carved from stone. Everything was, as I looked. One piece, all from within the rock. The flow immaculate.
Roses and flowers were carved into the stone, werewolves running and evolving into men and women. Men and women running and evolving into werewolves. There were men seeing with waves coming from their eyes and women singing the very heavens down to earth. They were in a garden of such beauty that I couldn’t believe my mind had come up with it.
I walked out onto a terrace. I was within a great gorge, the cliff face climbing upwards until the miniscule sun winked down in the gap. Again it was carved from stone like inside. I didn’t think the gorge was real…
“My Diora…”
Dion was walking towards me. He was dressed as a king, regal and charming. His smile lit his face up and his arms were wide and embracing. He hugged me gently. He smelled glorious.
“Diora, why do you stand out here? It’s too cold now.”
Why did he keep calling me that?
“Are the girls’ stories getting to you then? I can get Melania to stop reading them.” His face was kind, watching with love.
“No,” I said. “No, don’t take that from the girls.”
I didn’t know why I said it, why would have I? But it felt right to say. It felt–
“Oh my Diora.” Dion hugged me. He held me ever so gently again. “This sickness has been wreaking havoc with you.”
He released me and took my chin in his hands. His fingers so strong, so soft, he would never hurt me. Never want to hurt me.
“Ah, here comes Melania’s assistant now, her medicine will help.” He stood back, arm opening wide for the door.
A woman came out, shuffling along with a tray in her hands. Upon the tray was a cup of liquid. It was purple, it smelled off, it was–
I gasped and grasped Dion’s arm.
The woman was Lady Skol!
She held out the tray. “My lady Diora, here is your medicine. I see that the disease is taking your mind stronger now, so I’ve strengthened the potion.”
