Anneliese POV

Lilia’s childhood home had all the familiar smells Anneliese remembered. They were the smells of her childhood too. The lemon oil Ravyn used to clean the apartment, the weeping bittersweet tea she brewed, and the satisfying scent of dusty ancient books. The cozy sitting room and kitchen never seemed to change.

Anneliese felt Tulaska’s and Cyran’s energy in one of the bedrooms. “Did you put our friends in Lilia’s old room?” Anneliese asked.

Ravyn ...