Chapter 20 The Price Of Memory

• The glass of the ancient window, which had been broken by centuries of magic conflicts, was where Lucien stood. There was a gentle fog curling down the stones, and the Academy courtyard was quiet outside. There was something darker between them, and it was colder and thicker inside.
• Evana turned to him and slammed the old hatch shut.
• With a harsh, low voice, she declared, "I discovered the secret vault beneath my room." "Someone sealed it with my family crest, and there were remnants of my blood magic."