CASSIAN
As I sat on the living chair in my daughter’s room, I couldn’t help but be sure that the woman I saw across the river was her. Her green hair and her vigilante persona might fool anyone, but she sure did not fool me.
She was my Rosalyn, even if she went by another name.
Looking at her “dead” body lying on her bed across from me, I studied her slowly, wondering how could she be really alive when she was here, not breathing?
Months ago, I had found a witch who had promised she would do anything to help my daughter, to no avail as whatever had fallen upon her was stronger than her own healing powers.
“Your daughter has been cursed, King Cassian. And I might have an idea who could have done it, but until I am sure, there’s no telling whether the curse will be lifted or if she wi
