Seanan jerked awake, stiff with fear, his heart hammering violently in his chest. Shadowy evil lurked as he peered around the cold, dark room. He patted the thick coverings until he felt his wife’s soft form resting peacefully.
Seanan pursed his lips. “Go ahead, rest easy while the rest of us are being murdered in our beds!”
Fiona shifted her head onto her other arm but quickly drifted back into a deep slumber.
Seanan snorted. “He’s your son, too. The least you could do is lose a little sleep over him. I am!”
Fiona sighed, stretched, and slept on.
Seanan leaned backward against the wall, propping his head on his clasped hands. He peered into the black pit that surrounded him. Only the sharp edges of a few objects shone in the faint moonlight.
He shivered. Was he being watched? His mind returned to his nightmare. He sucked in a deep breath. Ian was being chased by attacking warriors. His eyes were wide with fierce determination but also traced with grief. He could not outrun his enemy.
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