CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE

A slow horror fills me, “Who are-?”

“They come and go,” The man tells me and I can hear the weariness in his words. “Some give in. Some fight back. Some, like me, are used.”

For a moment, he sounds almost lucid and then he begins humming that haunting tune under his breath.

My mouth feels dry and I remember something important.

My father.

When I had once hovered between the land of life and death, the memory of that time and the words spoken to me have returned to me over the next few months. I know the Order has my father. I know he’s still alive.

Is he here?

My heart pounds wildly, “Ah, my - do you know if someone from the Clear Mountain Clan was brought in here?”

I hear a sudden laugh.

It screams of insanity and rage.

I try to ask again but the man just keeps laughing.

“Hello?!” I decide to take my chances and call out. Maybe someone else will hear me.

“Don't bother with them,” The man suddenly says. “I've become used to the poison. They haven't.