Help me help me help me HELP! I cried, shutting my eyes, the vicious sound of the singing blade buzzing through my body. Salt filled my nose. I felt as if I’d fallen beneath a sheet of ice. I gasped, desperate for air I could not taste. Pain ripped up my arms—the dark magic of the infection and the Nightmare’s strength swimming through my veins. When I opened my eyes, the world was bright and vivid behind the Nightmare’s gaze. My father stood before me, fearsome, a small touch of surprise etched into his dark scowl... ... and his dagger tightly fisted in my hand.
HUH
