CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE
Seeing the bite marks makes my blood go cold and I lean forward and examine them in the mirror, hoping that I’m just seeing things.
However, when I press against them lightly, I wince.
They hurt.
The skin hasn’t been broken but the pressure was hard enough to damage the blood vessels underneath the skin.
I purse my lips to keep in any sound.
How is this possible?
Who was that person?
Black fog can’t be a good sign so that means whoever bit me didn’t have any good intentions eithers.
“Scratched by a snake and bit by a dream demo-”
My words cut off when something hits me.
Demons.
Balin said that it was the demons who were after me. What were the chances that they could invade dreams?
I know it sounds ludicrous even in my head but who’s to say that they don’t have the ability to do that? I don’t even fully know the extent of the elves’ capabilities. They keep surprising me. Who’s to say that demons don’t have strange abilities as well?