Once again and for the second night in a row, nightmares weren't kind to Arabella.
She could've sworn Ammund's face appeared bigger, eclipsing the totality of the world behind his head.
The sight and noxious stench of his rotten teeth simply wouldn't leave her be. Although even in her state of mind, Arabella was able to be honest with herself.
Truthful about the fact that the previous image was nothing compared to the one that really haunted her.
The way Cynric's claws sank into Vali's throat was what would have wrenched the first scream out of her on that day. Had it not been for the thick knot twined around her vocal cords, of course.
The sea of red that followed did not reach her for the sole and only reason that Ayyura had yanked her back.
The screams of those men as their flesh was being ripped off their bones rang louder whenever the world around Arabella would go quiet. Nighttime was the worst in that regard.
