Chapter 105. For Family
SAELYNA
I can’t sleep. I never hoped for it anyway, but it had taken me away without warning immediately I had touched the soft cot laid out for me. Then came the dreams, stabbing leaks of Cyran’s consciousness coupled with mine that keep waking me up.
The last one had been about Quain. He stood on the knoll, behind our cottage overlooking the village, staring down at me. And he was dead. I knew from the glazed look in his white eyes, and the blood that stained his jaw. But he’s still there, like a statue, I’m moving. And then the spear flew in, it struck through his chest like he was no more than a rag doll. He dropped to the ground with an echoing thud, far from my reach, too far.
“You let this happen,” he said, blood dripping down his mouth, staining his clothes and the shaft, “You let me die. You both did.”
I take deep breaths of air as the dream replace in my head. It doesn’t do much Quain still stares at me in the darkness of the tent, he’s all around
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