Chapter 38

Alexandra was dreaming that Herbert had come to rescue her, only when she kissed him she turned into a frog. When she tried to scream all that came out was a croaking sound. Herbert was laughing at her, only it wasn't him. The laughter was too cruel to be her friend's. She woke with a start and looked around. She tried to sit up, but it took two tries before she was successful. A shadowed figure was watching her through the bars to the cell.

"I could almost admire you, if you weren't just a mortal." The voice caressed her with the promise of relief. A hand was holding a glass of water through the bars.

"A drink. Something to ease that thirst which must be torturing you." She shook her head, not trusting her voice. "Drink and be free of all that is keeping you here."

"Won't forget." Alexandra's voice was just a croak, like in her dream. She started to laugh, a wretched strangled laugh, but it galvanized her enemy. The hand shook, and she could see the knuckles turning white.