Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Marriage can fix anything.

A few hours later, I'm hiding in the bathroom trying to deal with the stream of emotions overwhelming my entire being. My face is red, and scar more visible than before. I run my hand over my arms and tiny goose pimples break out over its surface. I can't stop thinking about Cassandra's dead cousin. I'm alive, because someone made a mistake last night and killed her instead. The tiny voice inside my head reminds me I need to find a way to get to the truth. If Jorgen isn't the mage who I've been seeing in my dreams, then I'll never forgive myself for standing by callously and not acting when Bratlav performed the "cutting of the mage" ritual. What if he's someone my subconscious filled in the gaps with? My dreams are now shadowing what used to be Jorgen's face. Nothing makes sense anymore. Who's this mage from the Asian World and how do I find out anything about him?