Chapter 44 Forty Four

• The cold stones where I was lying down felt like a relentless, merciless surface that only made the pain I feel all over my body sharper.
• And each breat I tool felt like shards of glass stabbing into my chest, and the warmth of my own blood, still fresh from Alaric's brutal assault last night, seemed to mock my weakness.
• The sun was only rising, it was too early and the door to my cell creaked open again, the heavy sound echoing in the cold and damp darkness.