The guards arrived only moments before Reymen and Jorick were ready to descend to the root cellar. The Executioners waited impatiently as the vampires prepared their horses, then hurried to join them.
"We apologize for the delay," the first said quickly, bowing at the waist.
"Apologize later," Jorick snapped. "Before the sun is upon us."
Reymen showed them below, not that there was much to show. A small room, only big enough to hold the four of them and a bin of moldy potatoes. Reymen settled next to the wall in the damp dirt. His wet clothes stuck to him, and he shifted, closing his eyes and willing away the discomfort. In moments, he was numb, and soon sleep took him. His dreams were dark, as they always were, and he woke the following evening to the song of night crickets.
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