Silence.
Eyes gazed upon her in awed shock that turned sad with grief. She didn't understand. What had happened? Were they truly will-o'-the-wisps? The spirits that had hovered over her were from her dreams.
Was that her mother and father?
What did this all mean?
The book unlocked something within her and called out to something and they all came while this consuming energy surged within her. She could still feel it like a second skin. Her eyes searched for Dante, but he was still lost in his own world, battling his own shock, despair, and earth shattering pain. She couldn't reach him not even through their connection.
"You are the daughter of the long lost Lord Angeles and Lady Rayne," Anders finally breathed out. "Their end was indeed tragic then."
Seraphina slowly forced herself to her feet. "You knew of them?"
