Chapter 34. Hur

My chest rises and falls heavily, mirroring the current erratic state of my emotions as the creaking sound grows louder, a testament to the proximity of the possible threat. What bothers me the most is the fact that I have no weapon to protect myself or Tamarh.

My eyes quickly dart from angle to angle in search of ch her. Then I see her tethering closer to the edge of the boat, squinting her eyes and stretching her neck in an attempt to see through the fog.

“Hey, move away from there!” I voice out a warning, but as usual, she doesn’t listen. “Tamarh, please come close to me,” I insist.

“Oh, I thought you wanted me as far away from you as possible?”

“Tamarh, now is not the time…” While my words are still in my mouth, a red figure jumps out of the clouds, tumbling into our boat. His two long swords are drawn. Tamarh’s scream tears the serenity, perhaps because of his glowing red eyes and horrific black m