C97 Shall we?

LUCIUS.

Nothing could prepare me for her words.

Never in a thousand years did I imagine she would recognise me.

Or claim me so outrightly. My dead heart warmed at the thought that maybe, just maybe, it worked. Maybe the spell I'd asked Lydia's great-grandmother to perform three hundred years ago was not in vain.

Maybe our souls were truly linked together. Maybe, just maybe