Naomi's Pov

I came to a sad realization; I was lost in a glimmering world filled with inclement coldness, dismal light, and, more importantly, thick herb-scented air. A scorching throb grazed my aching head as I struggled all the more to focus on the previous night. This could not have been Lucian's mansion or the Shadows' quarters.

The walls were stone and cold, ancient and damp, with cracks all over formed like veins on some fading skin.

The air was thick with something heavy, something I ...