Asher was still reeling in shock, the world spinning uncontrollably around him. Naida… Her presence struck him like a bolt of lightning, jarring and merciless.
He stared numbly at the woman he had loved and trusted so much, the woman who had betrayed him at the very end—yet here she stood, elegant, powerful, and strangely familiar beside Ravina, his daughter.
His thoughts were tangled, logic frayed into confusion and disbelief. How was Naida even alive, let alone fighting to save his human self and appearing to have joined hands with his daughter?
His heart clenched painfully as memories surged unbidden, bitter-sweet fragments of moments he had long buried deep within his soul. But his turmoil was quickly overtaken by urgency as the scene unfolded before him.
