Ava’s POV:

I've been asleep for a while, though I'm not sure how long. My dreams were dark, filled with flashes of memories - but they weren't mine. They belonged to Freya, and I could feel every emotion she experienced.

I saw her making potions that let people jump between bodies, including Leo and Stella. I felt her pain with every life she took, every sacrifice she made.

But one memory stood out - my mother's death. What surprised me most was ...