AIKO
Solitude isn't something you crave when you've been raised as I was—under the watchful eyes of guards and governesses and the constant, oppressive awareness of my father's disappointment. And yet here I found myself, deliberately seeking it out, wandering the moonlit forests surrounding Cedar Creek with only my thoughts for company.
Maybe that was the problem. Too many thoughts. Too many sensations that weren't entirely my own.
Three as one. The triumvirate bond was beautiful and terrifying and overwhelming all at once. I could feel Eron's warmth and Daedillion's cold certainty ghosting through my consciousness even now, with physical distance between us. Like phantom limbs I'd never known I was missing until they were suddenly, irrevocably there.
The memory of my transformation l
