Chapter 93. Angelina

There were screams of horror from somewhere to the side. I turned round and saw the gates finally open and the drawbridge come fully down. Now, crowds of the transformed undead – frightening, strong and dangerous – were slowly crawling out. Even from here I could see their empty eye sockets flash with hunger and hear their sharp teeth clatter in their skulls.

However, the undead weren’t hurrying to attack. There was no longer anyone to give them the order.

I began to panic. I closed my eyes and forced myself to slowly breathe out.

My hands were shaking. The chain in my hand was twitching, its links rattling barely audibly.

Suddenly, behind my lowered eyelids I saw the threads of the Dark. In their hundreds and thousands, they were stretching out from Reive to the subjugated undead. They were chattering and tightening, demanding the order that couldn’t come.

Nevertheless, there was also something else. Almost unnoticeable. Al