Nobody cared about me, not even my parents, even though I have a photographic memory, yesterday night was a little fuzzy. All I remember is I went up to the rooftop of Candleshade and I saw my mother with 2 other people, they were both wearing black cloaks and addlers to hide their faces, on their arm there was a piece of glass, wait no. I don't remember, the memory doesn't make sense.
sorry is it a good intro, also this book is going to be keefe and lord cassius alternating POVs in each chapter. plz give constructive feedback and any inspiration ideas for my next part, also comment.
