Tazanna sat up on her bed, her body drenched in sweat. She moaned as if in pain, her hand going to her ankles. Even now she could feel the talons that were pulling her down to the unknown. She switched on the bedside lamp, folding her legs so that she could examine herself. There was nothing on them, but the feeling was still there.
Sighing, she fell back on the pillows, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Her breath caught when she remembered something else.
Sitting up quickly, she swung her legs off the bed and walked to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, she saw that it was still closed. Her eyes scanned the darkness before resting at Maqual’s house. She looked down at her hand, remembering how strong his grip was as he pulled her up. Maqual’s house was dark, except for the porch li
