Chapter 9

Heading on foot to her shrink's appointment - her stride somehow longer than it had been weeks before - Adara couldn't help but cast a wary eye at the darkening sky. Twilight would come early tonight with all those clouds. Night would fall upon the land before she'd finished unloading the turmoil in her head onto her doctor.

Good thing Adara didn't fear the night anymore. Not like she used to. Being in the necromancer's clutches, helpless and beyond afraid, had done something to her. Snapped the tendril of terror that she'd gotten so used to.

Sure, she'd been a babbling mess while getting chewed on by the undead, but afterwardsÉ She looked back on it with a grimace of distaste but also a sense of pride.