Cole had been staring at the ceiling for the better part of an hour. Impressed in me. Impressed in me. He kept repeating the words in his mind. He remembered Shura when she was living, remembered her echo. They were so deeply in love. And sometimes love never dies. The years Shura’s echo haunted him. If he’d known what he knew now, things would have been so different.
Lucius—the fleshmonger boss. This made sense in so many ways. Cole crossed his arms and stared at the ceiling tiles. There’s no way she could know about Lucius. An echo, sure, they travel the realms and pick up knowledge along the way. But could Sophie be an echo? Did her desperate love for Alyssalee fail to die with her flesh? Stories of echoes were all he knew—Shura being the only firsthand experience he had. But he didn’t
