Lyla
I ran through the forest, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.
The earth beneath my feet blurred into streaks of green and brown. My breath was ragged, my body trembling and stumbling over exposed roots, my knees hitting the ground hard. But I scrambled up again, pushing forward, desperate to keep moving. I had to.
The revelation I'd just discovered about my past—about my life as Neriah—rang in my mind. Everything I knew—everything I had believed—had been part of the large truth. A spec of what was the truth.
Everything made sense for the first time since discovering I was the Moonsinger. The visions, the strange familiarity with powers I'd never used, the pull I felt toward both Ramsey, Nathan and the mysterious Corvus or Xander or the Dark One. It wasn't a coincidence. I was the karmic reincarnation of Neriah.
