The Tombs Of Amyrsthystiase

Freya's POV

My eyes reluctantly fluttered awake.

I don't know if it was the silence or the insistent prick in my neck that woke me up.

Judging from how my hand swatted away the paper that was crumpled and formed a pointed edge against my neck, the latter option was more probable. I fiddled with it a bit and traced the lettering on it.

B U N W E L T A R U S O O D

What was this?

I knew one thing for sure. It was Zane's handwriting.

A few questions sprung up in my mind. Like why had he decided to wedge this small parchment near my neck? And more importantly, why had Zane written gibberish?

I crumpled it back and threw it off the bed, settling on the easy explanation that I was experiencing a momentary brain glitch as I had just woken up.

The soft rustling sound of the paper hitting the carpeting was loud in my ears. This made me aware of how…noiseless the room was.

The silence was strange. Too strange.

At any slightest movement from me, Zane would have called out and said something by no