"Whatever else you are, that doesn't change." He added.
I wanted to believe him. I really did. But then I noticed something inside the chest containing my mother's belongings.
A silver pendant and I picked it up.
The instant my fingers touched it, the room disappeared.
Fire surrounded me and I heard screaming. Then I saw my mother.
Lyriana stood in a burning chamber, her silver hair flowing around her face while flames climbed the stone walls.
She was holding something. No. Someone.
A baby.
Me.
My mother's expression was terrified and across the chamber stood another man.
Draven's father.
And between them stood Malakar. His silver eyes burned through the smoke.
"Give me the child." Malakar demanded as Lyriana tightened her arms around me.
"Never." She yelled.
"She carries blo
