Three Dark Roses
Don’t move. My eyes squeeze shut like a hiding child. The air throbs with my enemy’s approach. Go away, goaway-goaway. Terror pulls the air from my lungs in an unwilling scream. Save me. Save me.
Dissonance presses against my heart; everything fades…
Flickering candlelight caresses my eyelids. “Abigail, can you hear me? Child?” Despite pain stabbing my body, relief floods my mind. Scarlet streaks blur my vision as I open my eyes.