Chapter 8
Matthew spent a restless night, tossing and turning in his sleep. His dreams were filled with images of guards and reptiles. He was trapped. He was captured. He was tortured. He woke up twice he could remember, springing up from his mattress, sweating and panting; unsure whether what he’d seen was real or fantasy. Yet despite a restless night he awoke the following morning with a sense of expectancy.
“Something troubling you?” asked Anton.
Matthew sighed. “Why, Anton?”
“You were tossing and turning all night. I thought perhaps you had something on your mind.”
Matthew looked at Anton and smiled. “You could be right, Anton.”
Anton got out of bed and stretched.
“You can talk to me about it,” he said sweetly.
Matthew looked at him and shook his head. “Now why would I want to
