CHAPTER FIFTEEN
In her chains, Kate dreamed, and the dream was a familiar one. Ashton lay beneath her, and in it, people died. They screamed as men in ochre tunics moved through the streets, killing and looting with no sense of restraint or remorse. They slaughtered the people, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She was running through the streets now, running away from the oncoming soldiers. Kate turned and there was a blade in her hand. She struck out with it, feeling it glide through flesh as easily as water. She turned and ran again, off into the shadows, always moving.
She was running through the forest now, but somehow that forest sat within the walls of the home that always haunted her dreams. Trees grew out of the walls, their branches burning as the fire started to
