Page 258 of The Sins of Silas

“That necklace will give you the answers you need…everything…everything will make sense.”

“Silas,” I breathed, glancing over my shoulder at him. My eyes went to the clerics. “Can more than one memento be used?”

One of the clerics nodded. “Certainly. If any of the memories coincide, they will play together. Otherwise, it will play in a timeline.”

I gazed at Torrin, silently relaying my message to the Prince.

Ryia's necklace could provide us with answers about her passing.

Torrin glanced at Silas, whose golden eyes widened as they dropped to my collarbones.

Kayin told me it would give me the answers I need. I didn't understand it at the time, but I believe I'm supposed to use it here.

Silas licked his lips, then nodded.

Torrin spoke in my head,“He said do it.”

“I have something,” I said, unclasping the necklace from my neck. “Queen Ryia's necklace.” I could sense my friends' confusion, but I ignored it.

“This was the Queen of Otacia's?” Valterasked.

“It was.”

“How long has it been in your possession?” another cleric asked.

“Over five years,” I answered, holding the jewelry in my palms.

“That likely means you also imprint this memento,” she said cautiously. “Which means that some of your memories may play as well, things you may not want the group to see.”

I nervously stared at Silas again. We could send others away, but they would still have questions. He nodded once more.

“If it will tell us what happened to the Queen, then it’ll be worth it,” I whispered, terrified of what may show.

Dani placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I knew she was aware of my secret, as was Merrick and Roland. Soon, the whole group would know.

“Very well.”

I placed the silver and sapphire necklace in the center of the glowing pentagram, then stood. This symbol was easily large enough for us all to stand in, so we did. The clerics surrounded the outside, one by one.

“We will supply the circle with our magic as you speak the incantations, Warlock.”

Dani took a deep breath, eyes lowering to the script.

“Ostende mihi aliud tempus. Ostende mihi aliud tempus. Ostende mihi aliud tempus.”

The glow around us heightened, morphing our surroundings, and memories began to play.

Giggling could be heard, and a little girl came running from a tower—a familiar tower. I recognized it as Igon's in Ames. Her black hair was pulled back into a braid, and she hurriedly rushed through town, a book clutched to her chest.

“Kayin!” a man’s voice called out. Out came a man with familiar topaz eyes, but his hair was darker—black, just like younger Kayin’s.

Igon.

What the hell? Igon supposedly moved to Ames much later in life. What is he doing here?

“You know I love you reading, darling,” he panted as he caught her. “But those books are valuable.”

She pouted, then hesitantly handed back the text.

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