Ember Frost's POV

Medina’s protective formation held steady around Eira and me, sealing us into a small pocket of calm amid the chaos.

Even through the barrier, bits of the conversation kept reaching us.

Divine essence.

Child.

Soul rebirth.

I knew what every word meant. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was that none of it made any sense together

From what I could gather, Eira had some kind of connection to Malachar in a past life. Maybe she had been his daughter.

But the more I ...