The Seduction Of The Damned.
Elis wasn't lying, though; he could feel himself slipping into madness slowly but surely.
But then he had lain down with his head on Asher's chest, and the steady beat of Asher's heart had been a balm to his frazzled mind. The cacophony of his thoughts—the snarls of beasts, the cruel taunts of his stepfather, the clang of chains, and the crack of whips from the camp—had slowly receded, swept clean from his ever-loud mind and replaced by an unsettling silence. If he hadn’t been with Asher, that silence would have awakened the demons he didn't wish to greet. In that stillness, accompanied by the rhythm of Asher's heartbeat, he finally found dreamless sleep.
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