C7 Chapter 7

REMEMBER ME

"Yours is the sign of Lucian."

—Kal'Hallen

We make a sorry lot, spread throughout a barren hall. Most of the Fae left quickly after the Druids. Asher and King Lucian stand in a corner, engaged in a heated discussion. Twice I have heard them shout my name.

Madrid sits alone at a table, drinking straight from a bottle of something that glows blue. Varis is gone