Sixty-eight:
Crimson Ashland
I woke up in the catacombs. My head was pounding. I heard a voice calling my name. “Crimson!” The voice sounded familiar. My vision was blurry, and my body ached from being on the ground. I blinked and my vision cleared after a moment. I stared in horror as I realized who was there with me.
“Catesby,” I called.
Catesby looked up at me with relief in his eyes. He was on the ground, tied up too. “You’re alive. Thank god. I couldn’t be sure if you were. But I thought that if you were dead, they wouldn’t have kept your body down here. I’m so glad that you’re alive. I came to rescue you, Crimson. The Gods are trying to use your blood for a ritual.”
“God,” I said, “there’s only one. It’s Apollo.”
