~Tummy grumbled.
But this time, Soren jolted awake.
His breath came heavy and uneven. He was drenched in so much sweat that the dagger plastered to his face slid down on its own.
Large beads rolled down his skin, soaking his clothes and bedsheets.
His heart hammered fast and hard. For a moment, Soren thought it might burst out of his chest.
Judging by how he was hyperventilating, that fear wasn't entirely without backing.
After a while of just lying down, staring at the ceiling, his body finally calmed down.
His breath smoothened, and the tingling in his fingers ceased.
Soren swallowed; his throat was dry—thirsty.
There was only one thing on his mind.
A very scary woman.
That thought alone made his stomach tighten like a knot.
It was almost ridiculous. He had faced an Eldritch that killed him in many ways, yet Instructor Ivory unsettled him more than that monster ever did.
How was he supposed to fight against someone like that?
