Terror By Night...Or Aichear: Part Three
To read the previous parts, click the links below: Part One Part Two Part Three Image provided by Morguefile.com “He went at me. Went for my throat with a long, well-sharpened axe." Aichear put a hand to his throat for emphasis. "I dodged, ducked, and found myself flat on my face when shoved from behind. Rolling over I beheld Breandan standing over me with a baton in hand, laughing while he slapped it against his palm.” “I would never-” Breandan began, but Aichear held up his hand.