Chapter 122: Farewell, Part 2
Håkon sat up, swearing at himself, furious with himself. Scrambling over to Erzsébet, he shook her awake. "Wake up, wake up!"
She grunted and then jerked up, shook herself, and looked at him wide-eyed. "What's wrong?"
"The necromancer has discovered me. Hide, now. Go." He gave her a shove when it looked like she might ask questions. Erzsébet cast one last look over her shoulders, then slipped out the door and away.
Håkon thought about running, but he had nowhere to go on the island, and eventually they would find him collapsed, too weak and starved to move. He did not want to be found that way. Better to be captured while he still had a little bit of strength to spare.
When they came, he settled for killing the woman in charge, who willingly served up women and children for the necromancer to eat. He tore her throat open and drank her blood, enjoyed the outrage on her face that quickly turned to terror before the life faded from her eyes.