Chapter 22
- It wasn’t until a cool breeze swept by, that the spell my memories had on me was broken. I was no longer in the study with Mathilda. Instead, I was awake again, staring into Chelsea’s eyes.
- “What do you know of Cearysal?” Lucas asked.
- I had almost forgotten he was there. I flushed a little and took me hand away from the statue. I shouldn’t have touched her. That wasn’t becoming of a slave.