Chapter Twenty-Four

The searing pain right down into his bones was far greater than Martin could have ever imagined.  He didn’t know what to do to relieve it.  It hurt to stand. It hurt to sit.  It hurt to lie down.  He wanted to scream the pain away but feared appearing weak in front of the king; especially since Nick was behaving in such a damnable stoic manner.

What Martin didn’t realize was that Nick was in so much pain he was practically frozen by it. He couldn’t get his ribcage to work well enough to take in the amount of air that was needed to operate his vocal cords enough to protest the situation.  As terrible as it was being cramped and clamped to the wall while a hostage, he’d much rather be there than going through the trauma his body was experiencing after being pulled from the mundane side of the veil to shadow land.

The doors of the castle anti-chamber burst open as the king’s physician and his assistant rushed to tend to the men.   Prep