Lyryk woke to Biscuit’s cold, wet nose sniffling in her ear. Must you? She thought to the dog, grumpy at the rude awakening. Is time, came the reply. She reached over and shook Eliam’s shoulder, jerking back as he lashed out, anticipating his reaction. It wasn’t the first time she’d shaken him awake. He looked … Continue reading Framed, Part 4