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“Mirella!” someone shouted.
I heard several voices at once, but none of them made sense anymore.
Unwelcomed images filled my mind.
Artan at the altar, waiting for me. But when I finally got there, he turned his back on me and kissed Kizzy.
Kane telling me it had all been a mistake and leaving me.
Trina hiding in a corner and doing alchemy.
Damara and her revenants and red alchemists attacking the festival and killing all the tziganes in sight.
Darcy condemning me to death for everything.
The darkness spreading and killing everyone who was still alive, including Felix.
Laughter filled my head, bringing more pain, and I was sure that laughter wasn’t part of the hallucinations. That was Damara, laughing at me.
“Mirella,” a voice filtered through the mess in my mind, but I couldn’
