A cold shiver crawled down my spine. The fire inside me flared, as if in recognition.
Lena’s hand went to her dagger. “Tell me that was one of your creepy echoes,” she muttered.
Dorian finally stopped walking. He turned his golden gaze on me, considering. “No,” he said, voice oddly careful. “That was something else.”
The mist shifted again, parting for just a moment. And in that moment, I saw it.
A figure stood a few feet ahead, barely visible through the swirling fog. Its shape wavered, indistinct, but familiar. My breath caught in my throat.
No. It couldn’t be.
The fire inside me burned hotter.
Logan cursed under his breath. “Elias, who is that?”
I swallowed hard. The name rose to my lips before I could stop it.
“My mother.”
Lena stiffened beside me. Logan’s expression darkened
