Aveline's screams for the thing to leave her alone seemed to vanish into the light without finding any ears.
Nothing answered her.
Nothing stopped.
Instead, she felt something far worse than fear begin to press against her mind, as if invisible fingers were reaching into the most private corners of her thoughts and trying to scatter them, to grind her memories apart until nothing remained but confusion.
It was a vile, intimate sensation, one that made her stomach turn and her breath catch hard in her throat.
She hated it immediately.
"Theron!"
Her voice tore out of her before she could stop it, raw with panic and rage.
If this was happening to her, then what was happening to him?
The thought struck with such force that for one dreadful moment she nearly lost her balance. She tried to move, but found herself unable to do so. Invisible threads had wound around her wrists, her waist, her ankles, pinning her in place with cruel patience.
