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I ignored the guilt and pushed harder.

I was in.

The first memories I grabbed onto were strange and disjointed. Nothing looked familiar.

I saw flashes of places that didn’t resemble anything I’d ever seen in Sangratha at all.

I pushed past scenes of a strange beautiful city with a river running through it and a forest on fire. I caught hold of a memory that felt important to her. Recent, too.

My pulse quickened as I scanned through it. From Pendragon’s viewpoint, I watched a woman with silver hair locked in a duel. She was facing a man–no, not just a man. He was almost like a highblood, but different. He radiated power. His entire being was charged with an energy I couldn’t quite comprehend.

The woman with silver hair fought him with a passionate energy of her own. She was wild. Raw. Untamed. A chill went down my spine. She reminded me of someone. Of Pendragon herself. And yet the way this woman was fighting was like nothing I’d ever seen before.

As I watched the fight, another figure caught my attention.

A dark-haired man stood by, his face covered with blood, watching the battle.

Then he turned and seemed to see Pendragon for the first time. His expression took on an intensity that made my stomach churn. The way he was looking at her–like she waseverythingto him. I saw the love in his eyes.

My hands clenched as hot jealousy flared inside me, sharp and painful.

Who the hell was he?

I had to find out. I had to dig deeper. I had to know who this man was, why he looked at Pendragon that way.

But then, out of nowhere, a voice echoed in my mind.

A woman’s voice. Older and imperious. She sounded amused, but I caught the hint of a sharp edge. “Tsk, tsk,” she purred. “You're not supposed to be here, little vampire.”

I froze. It wasn’t Pendragon's voice. It was someone else. Someone inside hermind.

Before I could even react, I felt a violent shove. As if an invisible force had taken hold of me and hurled me backwards.

I staggered and blinked, my back hitting the door.

But before I could regain my composure, I realized something else–something terrifying.

Pendragon hadn’t moved. Her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed with concentration.

And then I felt it.

She was inside my mind.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I felt a presence, creeping along the edges of my consciousness.

It shouldn't have even been possible. Pendragon didn’t know thrallweave. Mortals weren't supposed to be able to wield it.

But there she was, slipping into places she had no business being.

CHAPTER 28 - MEDRA

What are you doing?I hissed at my mother.

Giving him a taste of his own medicine. Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want to. He deserves it.

How are you even doing this? I didn’t know you were capable of anything like this.

Neither did I,she replied, sounding amused.At least, not here. Not with them. And not from my... strange position.

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