Fleur could see them all, Sarah's memories, scattered like crystalline shards in her mind.
The joyful ones, the bitter ones, and the cruelest of all. They flooded her consciousness in waves.
That kind of memory capacity would overwhelm anyone. Fleur could, if she wanted, overload Sarah's brain with the memories of countless others—humans, vampires, even beasts—until it melted into nothing.
Or worse, she could trap her inside one terrible memory, forcing her to relive it forever, unable to escape.
But first, she had to find the woman's brain.
More importantly, she needed to understand why.
Why had Sarah betrayed the family? Why had she sided with their enemies, slaughtered their branch kin, and taken their Vitalis Cores?
How had she managed to kill one of the Draemir's main members?
Was she brainwashed?
No, Fleur would have known if she was.
Yet, nothing made sense. Every memory showed Sarah beside Ulrich—her father—loyal, devoted, ever supportive.
