Lysandra went back to Cale's studio feeling stranded. Her mind wouldn't stop returning to that place where the memories dropped off abruptly, the edge of the chasm. Once she had probed the edge of the darkness, finding that it didn't give an inch, she went over the information her father had just given her. Back and forth her thoughts went, pacing, over and over.
She shivered and rubbed her arms for warmth even in Cale's cloak. Somehow she still felt the chill of the cold against her skin.
"Lysandra," Cale greeted her when she stepped into the studio and swept her into his arms. She buried her face in his shirt, her hands clinging to the fabric. She squeezed her eyes shut to keep any tears from leaking out of her eyes, but none came.
"What happened? Where did you go?" Cale asked, his vo
