Page 268 of The Sins of Silas

It was a quick montage of how I trained over the years, getting stronger, and my friends watched as I discovered Silas had a wife.

We could see Torrin and me in the lake, kissing fervently, and the next moment, they could see my panic when he was gone the following day.

Tears filled my eyes as I watched my last moments with Igon…when he told me that he was the one who had sent Torrin away.

Igon winced. “Forced isn’t the correct word. Strongly suggested,” he said cautiously. “It is known who your Soul-Tie is, Lena. It isn’t Torrin.”

Past me let out a shaky exhale, my hands clenched to his desk. “Ames washishome, not mine. If you cared so much for who I ended up with, then it should’ve beenmeyou suggested to leave.” I shook my head in disbelief. “The Prince is married. It doesn’t matter who my Soul-Tie is!”

They watched as Merrick and I set our dining table together, only to rush out and witness the chaos as the Otacian army attacked.

They watched as I got thrown to the ground, as I met the eyes of the man about to kill me.

Silas's eyes widened in the vision. “Lena?”

“Silas,” I breathed.

Once again, we were back on Mount Rozavar. When the vision became split, when we saw that desolate chamber again, I gasped.

There Kayin sat. Her skin was white, those inky black veins swirling around her flesh. The spider symbol had been etched into her forehead, and her solid dark eyes stared into nothingness.

Silas choked on a sob, seeing his mother in such a way.

But she then began blinking quickly, her fists clenching.

She no longer wore cuffs, because she was controlled by the necromancer. The Lord of the Shadows. The God of Deceit.

Ulric.

She blinked over and over until those sapphire eyes returned.

Panicked, she closed her eyes, searching.

Lena…we have work to do.

We watched my and Kayin’s entire conversation, and when our connection was severed, she sighed, coughing up black blood. She squeezed her eyes shut again, only this time, we had no idea who she spoke to.

Save them. Beg and plead with Aleyda if you must. But please, you must save them.

Kayin coughed up more blood, cursing as she did so, and her eyes went back to that solid black. She froze again, remaining seated like a statue.

The final memories that played were rapid, showcasing how the Prince and I had grown closer these past few months.

They saw when Merrick found out, which was the exact moment that Erabella began to cry.

They saw Silas and me argue. They saw us fight.

They saw us kiss. In the tent. In Faltrun. In the Valley of Awakening.

Here, in Nereida.

And then the glow of the pentagram vanished, our surroundings blurring back to the underwater chamber.

Kismet, Valter, and the clerics were frozen in fear.

“Holy shit,” Dani respired. “Ulric is the God of Deceit.”

“Kayin is alive,” Torrin breathed. “She is Undead, but somehow she is still in there.”

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