Return

By the time more than three months had passed since Kaelan left, El came to see me again.

“I have a report on the war. They say Marquis Beaufort was killed in battle.”

Beaufort.

The man who had thrust me into this place.

He was dead.

I had done nothing, but history had swept him away.

And if he was dead…had the civil war been lost?

Then what had happened to Kaelan?

If he was gone, could I get my arms and legs back?

Even without him, I wasn’t even allowed to dream of freedom as I was now...