Elena POV

His eyes searched mine for a long time, before he finally began to speak, “the story I’m about to tell you started over 400 years ago. It started with a woman.”

He paused to take a breath and I nodded to show I was paying close attention.

“That woman’s name was Hilda but after she died, she became known as Hilda the mad.”

“Mad?” The woman in my vision didn’t look mad to me. Angry, hurt, but not mad.

A shadow crossed his brows and he raked a hand through his ...