Chapter 3
Lost. There was no other word to describe the feeling brewing inside Davion. He was utterly lost. It wasn’t just the empty spaces in his mind where the memories from the last fifteen years should reside; it was his very soul. Nothing was right.
He looked around at the stone halls that were supposed to be his home, but he felt nothing but the cold. He kept his head down as he hurried along the corridor, realizing he wasn’t just lost in spirit. He was actually physically lost.
“Dammit,” he groaned. “Not again.” Losing his way had become a daily occurrence. He refused to be confined to his rooms as his father suggested. His father. He shook his head. He barely knew the man. They had a blood bond, surely that should be enough. Memories returned in pieces. Every time he met with hi
