The more Belladonna listened to the rattling of the chains, the more her brow creased into a frown. She rose to her feet, walking forward a few steps with Beans still in her arms, as she stared down the crimson eyes in the darkness.
A few of the other guards had noticed the rattling of the chains, and were starting to look around and gather their weapons, preparing for whatever came next, but Belladonna was locked onto the eyes.
Although they were not the ones from her dream, there was something weirdly familiar about them. Yet that wasn't what was annoying her about the chains.
She tilted her head, turning her ears back and forth as she honed in on the source of the sound, and that was when she finally understood the issue.
The eyes were not the source of the chains, like she had expected. Not just that, but there were three sources. Three separate chains rattling, at three separate points that surrounded their camp like the points of a triangle.
