Chapter 75

Iris

It starts with a whisper.

Not a voice, not a memory...just a soft stirring of something age-old and cold in the back of my mind. My body is asleep, but my spirit is pulled into a dream that doesn’t feel like a dream at all.

I am not myself here.

I am only a witness.

Lucien stands at the heart of the Dread Court.

But it no longer looks like it did when I was there last. It shouldn’t be possibl