“Why am I this way?” she asked in a shaking voice.
“The Limbus is an odd place—especially here, at the crossroads between your world and mine. At the threshold of the Etherworld, spells unravel and threads change. What you are seeing is the truth of who you are.
“On the surface, there is the shroud of darkness cast over all humans, who cloak themselves in greed, anger, and hatred. Beneath your skin,” he went on, “we see your veins, through which flows the precious and potent power that forges your connection to the dragons. On your hands we see the blood of the late Thorion Sveltorious.”
Something within Keriya snapped. Necrovar had crossed a line. He’d rekindled the fire within her. With a shuddering growl, she shot up and ripped her sword from its sheath.
“Thorion’s death was not my
