Chapter 92. Potent Poison

Reyona had no idea what was there to run from.

She was the one who said she wanted to go to a place where she wouldn't hear her thoughts, wasn’t she?

Well, here, she couldn’t even feel her own breathing.

The pulsing music seemed to be beating everywhere.

Her ears. Her head. Her blood.

Yet all she could see in her mind’s eyes were those hateful, malevolent eyes.

The loudest voice she could hear was “Dry stick. Dry stick. Dryyyyyyyy stick!”

As if that wasn’t bad enough, the curious eyes of an eight-year-old were dancing in her mind’s eyes from time to time.

Maybe it wasn’t really so but all Reyona could see in those expressive eyes were accusations.

Her head was thrumming—not just from the sound—as she placed her elbows on the cool slab and held her head in her hands.

She jolted as she heard a voice shout next to her ears in a thick brogue.

“What do you want, love?”

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Reyona raised her head and looked at the