TWENTY-THREE
FAUSTIA
The images of Violet, beginning with her boarding Garret's ship outside of Azure Cove, raced through my mind. However, the images were nothing like that I'd experienced during my Unwinding when Nahara had Gifted me Monari's histories. Instead, my consciousness was ripped from the physical confines of my body and dropped into Violet's world. I was a passenger on Violet's shoulder, observing through her eyes and hearing through her ears.
And beneath it all, an undercurrent of mistrust, anger, and remorse, none of it doing anything to reassure me of my sister's well-being.
The scenes whirled by quickly, nearly impossible to make sense of.
Violet, scared and alone, whilst their ship rocked in a raging sea. She caught snippets of Garret's conversations with his men, th
