Ivy pov

I did not sleep that night. I could not push away memories of her. Her scent was gone. Her voice was gone. But her things remained, and I could not stop myself from reaching for them.

The room she once used was still sealed, just as Lucien had ordered. No one had touched it since we returned. I stood before the door for a long time before I finally opened it.

The air felt heavy.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The shelves were packed with books, scrolls, stones, and ...