Haldir
The full moon outside the window of Haldir’s bedroom glowed red, and a wicked blast of wind like a woman’s grieved howl made him whimper out as a vision unfolded in his mind. “Tessa? Is that you?”
His soft snores kept rhythm with the frogs creaking on the pond below the Darke castle. The whole world around him was still and calm, yet his heart pounded wildly in his chest as Tessa’s screams for help echoed in his head. “Bring him back; he’s mine.”
That cold, falling sensation between sleep and awake started in his hands and settled right in the center of his body, where Tessa gripped him with her bloody fist and yanked him into her nightmare.
As it sucked him into whatever hell she lived in, he approached the doorway and heard the man grunt and tug something heavy across the floor. When the shadowy figure appeared in the hall, Haldir backed away as Rafik’s dark eyes stared up at him and the guard dragged him past his feet. “Oh, fuck.”