Chapter 17
Ayana stormed through the corridor. She could no longer wait for Ciaran and Zach to return. The strange voice of a man chanting in her head was getting stronger by the second. It was calling her to sacrifice for the Silver Blood. Was it Bran talking to her from his grave?
But Bran didn’t have a grave. He was a Sciphil, and he had died like a Eudaizian. She couldn’t even find his stone. When he died and giving his energy to Ciaran, she wasn’t there to see where his soul had gone. She had lost him forever. She hadn’t seen him for more than thirty-three years. But that absence was much less painful than the fact that he’d died right after their reunion.
At least for thirty-three years, she’d lived with hope—the slim chance that she would be able to see him one more time, hear hi
