Chapter 22

Valerie

It wasn’t until a cool breeze swept by, that the spell my memories had on me was broken. I was no longer in the study with Mathilda. Instead, I was awake again, staring into Chelsea’s eyes.

“What do you know of Cearysal?” Lucas asked.

I had almost forgotten he was there. I flushed a little and took me hand away from the statue. I shouldn’t have touched her. That wasn’t becoming of a slave.

“Not very much, Lord Lane,” I admitted. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t interested—just that the tome did not hold much information about the empire. “There isn’t a lot of information out there for us…humans,” I explained. “I know only that the empire collapsed in just half a century. But I don’t know why. No one knows why. And no one knows what happened to the king and the princess.”

Lucas smirked, looking somewhat satisfied by my answer. “I suppose you’re right,” he said. “Your history stories seem to be so selective. As if the fine details were plucked out and replaced with fairy tales. The