The Threads That Bind

Evelyn woke to a needle at her throat.

Liam's mother loomed over her, a quilt stretched between her hands. "Time to finish Meredith's work."

The quilt pulsed with heat, its threads snaking around Evelyn's wrists. Visions flooded her—women in chains, a ship bound for Marseille, her sister screaming as a needle pierced her tongue.

"Silence is a stitch," the woman hissed.

Ronan burst in, slashing the quilt with a dagger. "Run!"

The severed threads writhed like vipers, chasing Evelyn into the mist