Page 22 of A Spell of Bones and Madness (Nostos #2)

Chapter Seventeen

Ander

A nder’s eyes fluttered open to a piercing pain across his jaw. He couldn’t remember where the pain had come from—each time he’d been tortured seemed to blend together in an incessant swirl of gut-wrenching despair. Was it her? Had she returned once more to destroy him?

How long had it been since someone was down here?

Days, it seemed. No food was brought down, nor water, and Ander’s head was spinning, vision blurred, as he spiraled.

The brown-eyed woman was everywhere—circling his mind, digging her talons in and ripping at his soul.

Ander couldn’t stop it—the shaking of his bones, the blood that trickled from his ears, the screams she tore from his throat.

He was dying, but he would accept the sweet relief, if only to be rid of her.

She was his undoing.

She was his torment.

She had won.