Asher

Since we rescued Kaida from captivity, she had been a shadow of her former self. We had sought help from several professionals for her healing: orthodox experts and magic-users alike. "It will take time for her mind to heal," the therapist had declared, but my brothers and I understood the unspoken truth: she might never regain control, forever trapped in her memories.

I shoved my fingers roughly through my hair, emitting a loud sigh.

The house had been quiet, the air thick with ...