Two Days Ago...
Malz felt like she was on fire.
The gem she'd swallowed had done nothing at first. Just long enough for her to feel foolish before she suddenly doubled over as fire tore through her nerves.
Everything that happened next was a blur of pain and small bouts of lucidity. She remembered being carried. A brief glimpse of the portcullis at the front of the Chapterhouse. A sensation of heading up, not down to their quarters. And then being dropped into a bed.
And then there were the nightmares. Most of them featured Maledict, but a lot of them involved Rain and Cassiel. In some, they were dead or being tortured and killed. In others, she was made to kill them by Maledict. And in the worst of her dreams, they became her torturers, replacing the nigh-faceless blur of demonic faces and bodies that had inflicted so much pain upon her.
