Chapter 11: The Castle

My eyes flash open, pulling me out of a terrifying dream of shadowy creatures with red, glowing eyes. I try to shake off the horrific images. I'm on a sofa or maybe a bed; something soft. I can hear whispering or maybe someone praying.

Mentally pushing away the layer of cobwebs from what feels like years of sleeping, I have to squint and refocus when I look to my right. The whispering is coming from Dominic, who is kneeling next to the bed. He looks up as if he knows I'm awake and nods once before taking a few steps back.

Did he just bow?

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.

I'm not worried about my health as much as I'm curious where we are. The stone walls are at least two stories high, with windows reaching from floor to ceiling. Totally different than the cold, damp cave we just left.

"Where are we?" I ask, attempting to pull myself out of the bed.

"Do not try to get up. You must take it slowly," he says, coming a little closer.

My brows push together before he goes on.