Lilieth

That can't be Anice, standing several feet away from me, at the far end of the corridor of the three-bedroom house we're occupying—one that belongs to Draven, but that he vacated for us—half-hidden by the rough stone wall.

Her face is gaunt and pale, and the look in her eyes is vacant. That's not what shocks me, though.

It's the fact that she's here to begin with.

Without thinking, I start toward her. My heart's racing, and every emotion in the book floods my mind. I can't think ...