Nightmare

Zorah awoke, a scream dying on her lips. The nightmares were changing. Usually, they centered around her husband finding her and dragging her back to a horror-filled existence. After waking up from one of those, she could almost always comfort herself with the fact that he was thousands of miles away, with no possible inkling of where she was.

This time, however, someone else had recognized her. And they were here.

She shivered, pulling the covers closer. The grey dawn crept in under the shutters, streaking the dark blanket Zorah hid under.

Afraid to be completely alone, she slipped off the bed and hurried into a grey dress. She donned a dark cloak and slid out of the building, trying not to sprint toward the Segrac Cellar.

Zorah had no idea whether the dream had been a premonition or simply a reaction to the events of the past few days, but as she skittered through alleyways and took precautions to avoid the main thoroughfares, she wondered if a new disguise was in order.