Chapter 23
November: 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
MIKHAIL
Pain radiated out of his chest. The only thing which mattered was each painful breath and the reason he fought to take each breath, the small hand which lay safely ensconced within his. Shuddering breath out. Small breath in. Each breath aggravated the place Needa had pulled out the knife. How long had he been out? Someone had covered the window with a cloth to keep the chill out, but from the way the sun failed to shine directly through the weave, it had already moved to the other side of the house. Late afternoon, he suspected.
"Ninsianna?" He reached to touch her hair, hidden beneath the red hood of her favorite cape. Stupid cape! If not for that cape…
"I am here." Her voice shuddered with the dulcet undertone of tears.
