Chapter 77

Five years later...

Sarn

Half of my castle is destroyed and the other half is almost unlivable. I've charged into the walls until they crumble under my pounding fists and hostile body. I do not leave the castle during daylight and I haven't seen the sun in years.

When darkness falls, the true nightmares begin. This is when I cause most of the destruction. Flying is the only thing that offers any comfort at all. I fly until minutes before the sun begins to rise so I can avoid the light. When your soul is black, the rest of the world should take heed.

During the day, I sleep in fitful snatches of torment. Sometimes, I wake up with Sierra's scent on the edge of my consciousness. Often, and these are the worst, I don't see her in my dreams at all. I see each of my brides, one after the other, with looks of pity on their faces and it swallows me alive until I'm awake and destroying more of my castle walls.

My life is hell. Each minute ticks away faster and faster. This time between brides