Chapter 22
Chapter twenty-two
Maxon
Ijolt awake, frigid water slapping me in the face. Gasping for air, I struggle against the tight grip of the wyvern bones, feeling my breath being cut off as they constrict around my neck. I know I have to still my movements or they will continue to tighten, but it isn’t easy to do.
A sharp, sinister laugh rings out through the small cavern, bouncing off the walls. I take deep, measured breaths, my chest rising and falling with each lungful.
When my vision finally clears, I see Yumekui standing just a few feet away, her arms crossed and a mischievous grin on her face.
Next to her stands a small, hunched-over woman clutching a wooden pail in her hands, most likely the culprit who doused me with water under the instructions of the bitch demon before me.
“I can’t have you getting rest, Maxon,” she tsks.