The ruins were bathed in fever-red light as the Blood Moon seeped through the roof gaps. It burned in the air. Every breath had an iron and ash taste.

My pulse was pounding too quickly for a single man as I woke up on the chilly floor.

Two beats of the heart. Just one body.

A voice inside my skull whispered, "Still living." "Well. I detest it when you pout.

"Rhys."

Who else?

Feeling lightheaded, I forced myself to stand. Even though I wasn't there, the landscape seemed twisted ...