Lysandra went back to Cale's studio feeling stranded. Her mind wouldn't stop returning to that place where the memories dropped off abruptly, the edge of the chasm. Once she had probed the edge of the darkness, finding that it didn't give an inch, she went over the information her father had just given her. Back and forth her thoughts went, pacing, over and over.

She shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth even in Cale's cloak. Somehow she still felt the chill of the cold against her ...