A gasp escaped Neveah as a chilling cold draft stirred her back to consciousness. When she became aware of her surroundings once again, Neveah realized she was still standing on the unfamiliar mountain ledge where she had met Menarx.
The vision had felt so real, for a moment Neveah had braced herself, like those cruel, unforgiving vines were coming for her next. That she would be brutally executed without a trace left... the truth buried for centuries to come.
The thought ripped at her heart, like the loss and betrayal was her own. She had just witnessed history's greatest lie. How could she ever tell this truth to Jian? How could she watch him crumble all over again?
