Chapter 61
GAZEL shot upright from his sleep.
Cold sweat soaked him from head to toe. His chest rose and fell in heavy, uneven breaths that refused to slow. Nightmare. That much was obvious. His body knew it even if his mind did not.
He tried to steady his breathing.
Failed.
Again.
What is wrong with me?
His gaze dropped to his shaking hands. For a split second, blood coated them. Thick. Dark. Fresh. His breath hitched, panic spiking, but when he blinked the blood was gone.
Nothing.
Just his hands.
Normal.
Gazel shut his eyes, forcing himself to breathe. Slowly. Again. Again. His heartbeat finally began to settle as he searched his mind for the nightmare that had dragged him out of sleep.
Nothing came.
Only fragments. Blood. Too much of it. Killing. The thick, choking smell of death that still clung to his senses.
A dry chuckle slipped from his lips.
So this is my life now. Being cursed is just the surface. Being hunted by death even in my dreams is the real price.
