Chapter 103 Unspoken Truths

• Dysis was stopped at the entrance to the dimly lit shack, the air heavy and oppressive smelling of iron and sweat. Her pulse thumping in her chest, her eyes grew wide and she found herself unable to turn away from the graphic image ahead. The blood is so much blood. It permeated all around. The sight was terrible; creeping under her skin, her stomach turned in agony.
• Alexander bent in the middle of the room, his powerful figure a silent shadow against the last of the evening light. His broad back to her. The blood that ate the space the dark crimson pooled on the wooden floor, streaked across his flesh, and dripped from his hands, staining everything it touched was the warm fire crackling in the corner, its flames dancing. She gulped back a knot in her throat and hung heavy in the air the terrible silence of the moment.
• And then, she saw it.