Theo had hoped this moment would never come. She had run away from it and had gone through a haunting cycle that led her back right where she had started.
As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, only hollow remained. No death or pain has ever hit her this badly before, and now the world felt like something unnerving without meaning.
The make-up didn't do anything to brighten up her face, and the maids working around her did everything silently, like they could feel what she was going through and decided it was best to just finish and leave.
Theo watched quietly as her dull, pale looks were transformed into beautiful, vibrant skin. But no matter what they did to her eyes, they remained as hollow as they were five hours ago.
Now she understood why Cain had worn a ceremonial robe to Gravemont. He had come to take her away for their wedding, and in that time between them and now, they had flown to the wedding location.
The Crescent Cradle.
