He saw Joni’s neck in Ronossius’s grip, his feet dangling above the floor as he was held aloft. Blood ran like rivers down Ronossius’s fingers and wrist, draining from Joni’s throat beneath the hand. Joni was wide-eyed and smacking his lips, blood pouring from his mouth and down his chin …Tashami watched his big brother die.
Each of these dreams get worse. This seems like the worst.
