Ford felt Mia shake as if she were suddenly dunked in icy water. Her skin, where his fingers touched hers, went cold.
"Mia?" He jostled her shoulders gently. Her face was pale, eyes unfocused. "Mia??"
"Mia!" Anaisa looked directly into the younger woman's face. "Look at me. Only me. Stop whatever you're thinking about."
"He's enormous," Mia whispered. "He'll kill us all."
"What's that?" Martin was suddenly keenly interested in Mia's mutterings, and Ford shot him an irritated look.
"Mia, what do you see?" He hoped that making her focus would jolt her out of this concerning state, but her eyes simply went larger, and more full of horror.
"He sleeps. He wears a crown on his head. A black crown studded with blood-red jewels."
The words were slurred slightly, and Ford's worry intensified.
"Who is it?" Anaisa whispered, her eyes searching Mia's, though the younger woman looked distant.
