The nightmare shook Jenaveve awake, and it took a few stuttering heartbeats and uneasy breaths to realize it was only a terrifying dream. Though, it wasn’t really a dream. More like horrid memories of what had happened at the baker’s shop. Even as it slowly faded back into the dark place of her mind, the feelings remained. The feeling of helplessness when the cleric snatched her by the wrists and attempted to put the iron shackles on her, the feeling of desperation when more large men arrived and were grabbing for Cyndal and Angelyn, the feeling of horror when Sully rushed into the room to fend for them, but then was getting beaten to death. And then the feeling of something snapping inside her, and she lost complete control of herself.
Blood was everywhere.
‘Monsters are evil!’ Her fath
