Aed Ruad's head was spinning even as he tried opening his eyes. His head still felt like a rock and his tongue appeared too swollen to talk. He swallowed saliva down his throat. And when he opened them, he couldn't believe what he was seeing in front of him. Ileus and Anastasia were standing over him, watching his movement.
His senses stiffened, as uncertainty mixed with sourness and bitterness seized his chest. And fear. His fear was directed at Anastasia. Suddenly he knew that he was going to die and die at the hands of the woman he had enjoyed torturing. His eyes fixated on her.
