LORD REVANDREL
CENTURIES AGO
“S-U-N” Mama traced the letters across the scroll with her feather pen. “Sun. A sun.”
“A sun.” I repeated, seated beside her and watching the words.
“Oh yes,” Mama smiled warmly. “A little golden thing that climbs the sky every morning to chase the cold away.”
A thunderclap sounded outside, making me flinch.
I turned to the window, staring at the heavy rain as it streaked down the glass, blurring the night beyond.
Mama followed my gaze. Her smile widened, and she reached out, patting my hair. “The sun hides at night,” she whispered, “but it always comes back in the morning—”
“Where is that b***h!? Where is she?!” Lord Magnus’s voice crashed through the house, loud and furious.
The smile disappeared from Mama’s face in an instant, replaced with sheer
