Immediately Stark laid eyes on Kaeri, he froze.
He had come to the library under the guise of cleaning to go through some books, only to see someone that was supposedly dead—
Even in a society driven by magic and abilities, coming back from death wasn't exactly normal…
'How is she still alive? A twin? An illusion?'
Many thoughts raced through his mind as he watched her unsure of what to say.
But at the same time he felt relief, knowing that if it was truly her—then another person's life had not been taken by Darell's treachery.
For a few seconds, he just stared at her, unsure of what to say, especially since she was crying.
Kaeri didn't even seem to notice his entry, so Stark took a seat.
Watching her cry reminded him of his past, of how he had felt when he saw everyone taken from his hands.
The thought that the same person that caused his grief was the one responsible for his pain made his blood boil.
