I thought of Caelum.
Erased from history.
The Thirteenth Guardian.
The man everyone had called a traitor.
"What did Caelum discover?"
The Keeper closed his eyes.
The chains tightened again.
Not violently.
Warning.
When he opened his eyes, his expression was grim.
"I cannot tell you."
"Cannot or won't?"
"Cannot."
"Because of the chains."
"Yes."
I looked at them.
White-golden warmth stirred beneath my skin.
Clarissa felt it too.
"Lara."
"I know."
The Hollow Wolf.
Chains.
Forced control.
My power.
Freedom.
The Keeper saw something change in my face.
"No."
I stepped closer.
"You don't know what I'm going to do."
"I know exactly what you're considering."
"If those chains are controlling you—"
"They are not."
I stopped.
"What?"
"They do not control me."
He look
