701 - 761) When the dead are afraid, there’s a big problem. The fear cut through the abandoned warehouse as sharp as the dagger at my throat. The tall, powerful being easily held me immobile. Breaking promises and lying to ancient creatures who can make you very dead, very fast was not such a good idea. Humans and non-humans, living and dead, all of us were cautious not to make any sudden moves that would send my captor over the edge. I tried to take careful breaths. I was terrified, more afraid than I’d ever been in my life and in shock, too. Betrayal and death will do that to you, let me tell you. Like a car out of control on ice, my thoughts careened all over the place. I could only hope someone in the group was thinking clearer than me. I kept my eyes down to hide the emotions I knew would upset the others. No sense letting Thulu and the rest know just how freaked out I really was. All I could tell myself was to breathe easy and try not to swallow. There was nothing but silence for long minutes, as both sides continued to wait.
