KAEL SHADOWBORN
Aria brings the book to me the next morning, and I know before she opens her mouth that whatever's inside has kept her up all night.
She looks shattered. That's the only word for it. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and her hands are shaking slightly, and there's something in her expression that says she's been wrestling with whether to trust me with this.
It costs her so much, I can see it. And I don’t blame her, even I wouldn’t trust me.
"Your name is in here," she says without preamble, opening to a marked page. "It's circled, in red. And there are dates on it."
I look at the page, and everything in me goes very still.
Kael Shadowborn. Three dates. The earliest one is from thirteen years ago.
I have no memory of ever meeting a Lyanna Winters. I was thirteen years old at
