Choosing to say out of the Alliance, the Cinders are isolated in their own conflicts, and when Helia Cinder reaches to the void for answers, she inadvertently draws a creature out. Expecting to be eaten alive, she is instead left with a man with no memory who is afraid to leave her side lest the void reclaim him. But how is she supposed to hide a vampire the void spit out and find answers when she can barely get any breathing space?
Ghost, on the other hand, has lost his place in the world after the void claimed his other half. Just as he is losing all hope, dreams fill his night, images of a woman with crimson eyes just as powerful as Talamayas' but brighter, like the fire that his master wields. Alongside her, his brother is alive once again, and Ghost wakes each morning with the phantom feeling of the woman's magic and touch. Desperate for answers , Ghost embarks on a mission to find this woman who holds his brother, to confirm she is real and not just a figment of his unconscious mind.
Meanwhile, in the Sol deserts, things are moving in the sands, deep underground in the caves that Talamayas had long since forgotten. The past crashes into Talamayas and Wren as they navigate the surprise arrival of some old enemies as well as gain some new friends, but will the scales of fate lift them up or crush them down. Don't miss this last adventure deep into the Sol deserts with Talamayas and Wren, nor Ghost's mission to find just what the Cinders are hiding!
"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both.
Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides.
A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe.
"I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed.
"But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words.
"Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look.
"I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown.
"She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out.
Lo could barely get her breath.
She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional.
It felt like he had just wounded her soul.