My mother was dead? But she was standing right in front of me. She was so pretty. So kind. So gentle.
And I knew nothing about her.
As soon as the thought entered my head, I frowned. That didn’t make sense. Of course, I knew everything about her. She was my mother. She read me stories. She had the kind of magic that could shake the house.
Except, I only knew that because I just saw it. I just experienced it.
I turned to the man who was still carrying on a conversation. My father. Dane. Ragor.
He was dead. I watched him die.
I was glad he was dead.
“You killed him,” I whispered to the man behind me. “You killed my father, and then I became yours.”
“And I became yours too, love” he said fiercely with so much passion. “Remember, Kiana. Remember who you are. Remember who I am. This isn
