“Well, then.” The specter thrusts his hand forward again. I can hear my own heavy, frightened breathing in my ears, hear the sound of the waterfall crashing below, the wind whistling through the trees. I take a heaving inhale, a hard swallow, and reach out.
I’m out of my mind, I’m out of my mind, I’m out of my mind. What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I —
Trust me. Her voice cuts through all the clamor. The spirit in front of me doesn’t react. The archer’s words are for me alone. The scents of honey and smoke tantalize my senses once more. Trust me. Come to me. Come to me.
I’m as surprised as you are that this grabbed ahold of me this morning … get ready to see some familiar faces! incredibly, here is Chapter 4 of the Silver Eyed Archer
