Sometimes it's not the story which tells the story. It's all the little glimpses.

The echoing words from a time long ago.

This time the roles were reversed. And the unrestrained part was out of place. For some reason, even after the pain had subsided to a dim but irritating throbbing in his head, he still refused to admit that this time he was the one who was afraid. At least to himself.

Carolyn seemed to look right through him, though, as she sat back on her heals and let her head fall back while letting out a loud scornful laugh which reverberated within the walls of the cold empty room.

Keelan laid his head back down on the floor, too tired from fighting the pains, and to dizzy to focus on anything.

Only one clear thought entered his mind before darkness once again dragged him back into the bliss of unconsciousness: The stars hadn't been out that night she had been snatched form his arms by the demon. No wonder no lucky star was shining on him now ... Only her vengeance.