A doom

"Who sent you this letter? And to whom are you taking it to?" O'Horan asked him. He coughed out and tried to speak up.

Imara! That was what I expected him to say but he did not speak up. He was still trying to catch his breath, holding his chest in his hand. I did not know why I felt Imara was behind all of these. Who else could a guard of mine would have hearkened to apart from Imara who still saw herself as an important figure in the pack-house. I waited for him to cough out whatever was in his throat and catch his breath before I grasp his clothes again.

"I am asking you for the last time and I want you to answer all of my questions at once. Your speech should not be interrupted by your cough, otherwise you will be doomed." I threatened him, thinking he would be intimidated by my threats. "Now tell me, who wrote that letter? Who are you taking the letter to? Where is my Casey!" My tone was hard on my last question.

He palpebrated severally and coughed again. "Your