'Not here, either.'
The answer to Cassie's condition kept eluding her. She grasped a different memory and absorbed it, learning the meaning of maddening thirst that could never be quenched unless fragrant blood was spilled.
In that memory, she was Seishan, the Lost Princess of Song…
Looking into the window, Seishan could not help but think of time. Time had no power over her mortal vessel anymore, but it was difficult not to feel like it was leaving her behind.
Outside the window of a spacious manor that stood on the great bridge of Ravenheart, ash rained upon the blackened walls of the Jade Palace.
It was strange to look at the palace where a vast span of her childhood had taken place from the outside. It was also strange to see Ravenheart completely transformed, having turned into a sprawling city in the blink of an eye.
