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Prologue

DEATH

Death followed the Forgotten like a scourge Relentless Without pity

They’d sought to find hope when they dropped fro only to build a new life away from the cold choices of their brethren But the Psy in the Net, their hearts iced over with the eo in peace - for the Forgotten, with their hopes and dreaoal of absolute power

Aent of telepaths and ifted in psychoht, and so much more These powerful individuals, these rebels, stood as the only real psychic threat to the increasingly omnipotent Psy Council

So the Council cut them down

One by one

Family by faain and again and again

Until the Forgotten had to run, to hide

In tiotten almost ceased to exist

But old secrets cannot be kept forever Now, in the finalthrough, and the Forgotten stand at a crossroads To fight is to face death once more, perhaps the total annihilation of their kind But to runis that not also a kind of annihilation?

Chapter 1

She opened her eyes and for a second, it felt as if the world shifted Those eyes, the ones looking back at her, they were brown, but it was a brown unlike any she’d ever seen There was gold in there Flecks of amber And bronze So many colors

"She’s awake"

That voice, she reot you"

She sed, tried to find her own voice

A raw hiss of air Soundless Without form

The man with the brown eyes slipped a hand under her head and tilted it up as he put so to her lips

Cold

Ice

She parted her lips, working desperately to reet but it wasn’t enough She needed water Again, she attempted to speak She couldn’t even hear herself, but he did

"Sit up"

It was like trying to swih the most viscous of fluids - her bones were jelly, her muscles useless

"Hold on" He all but lifted her into a sitting position on the bed Her heart thudded in her chest, a fluttering trapped bird

Beat-beat

Beat-beat

Beat-beat

War her head His face shimmered into view, then twisted is are fully out of her syste, fluttering heart "Have you got - thanks" He raised so

A cup

Water

She gripped his wrist, her fingers al off the vivid masculine heat of his skin

He continued to hold the cup out of reach "Slow Understood?" It was less a question than an order - in a voice that said he was used to being obeyed

She nodded and let hi to her lips A straw

Her hand tightened on him, she was so thirsty

"Slow," he repeated

She sipped Rich Orange Sweet Despite the ruthless edge in her rescuer’s voice, she ulped, but her ht She could barely draw up the thinnest of streah to soothe the raw flesh of her throat, fill the ery for so long

A flash of sorasp And then she was staring into those strangely co eyes But he wasn’t just eyes He was clean, alolden brown skin Exotic eyes Exotic skin