EVERYWHERE was silent, except for the constant beating of his heart which was echoing loudly in his ears. The more he thought about it, the more amazed he became.

"How the hell was I able to do that?" Xanthos asked, staring at the broken mirror and the scattered furniture.

Phoenix had left hours ago, crying, trembling, and accusing. But none of that stayed in his mind.

Only her. The one he couldn’t place. Couldn’t remember. Couldn’t forget. The contradiction made him want to tear the ...