Five hundred forty-nine

arely audible whine began to rise. It wasn't loud, but in the quiet night, it was clear as day. He retracted his gaze from her ankle bracelet, pulled the blanket down, covering her two feet that were...sion, like a bowstring strung taut, coated with the bloody scent of impending slaughter. An arrow lay poised, ready to be unleashed at the opportune moment, sending a flurry of crimson into the sky.He...