Elara stood at the edge of the balcony, the biting wind whipping her hair around her face. The moon's light bathed her in a silver glow, matching the cold, hollow fury within her. She was having a hard time breathing so Ravenor had led her out in the balcony.
After the visions of past ended, the memories of her village's destruction, the imagination of her parents' lifeless bodies, and the sinister shadows of their killers played again and again in her mind. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms, but no amount of pain could match the ache inside her heart.
She had been so desperate to know everything. But the burden of memories isn't easy to carry. She had seen the truth now, who she was and what had been done in the past. But, it wasn't easy to digest.
"You're still trembling." Ravenor's voice drifted to her, low but with an edge sharp enough to cut. He was standing behind her, closer than she'd realized.
