"It would appear Abigail's powers are stronger than we realized," Amara says, her voice resounding in my mind.
But even as I stand here surrounded by everyone, I feel another kind of pull, one the depth of which is so much deeper.
Lucian's voice has plagued my mind since the sanctuary, whispering words that made me doubt it all.
Every time I shut my eyes, he's there, waiting; it would seem, reaching through the darkness.
That night, as I retire to the sleeping chambers, I attempt to free my mind of thoughts.
However, it becomes a night of dreams. I find myself thrust into a darkened room; the air is thick with a weird sense of familiarity.
Lucian stands there, looking down at me, his eyes kindly, his arms open in greeting as though greeting me into the family.
"Abigail, my sweet
