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On the day she’d been chosen to beco queen’s successor, the nearly transparent matriarch had summoned Aoibheal to her boudoir, pressed both palic into her body, where it had expanded and settled Aoibheal had been i minutes, unable to speak orher during that period of vulnerability

She’d had to acquaint herself with her newfound power

Young queens were not powerful queens Tiends, ic at her disposal It had been human decades before she’d come into her own

The elixir worked quite differently She’d thought her memories had been stolen They hadn’t They’d been faded to mere shadoithout substance, outlines with no content, and as the golden liquid permeated her essence, those shadows solidified, took shape and becaain

Perhaps because she’d once known the memories, each and every one, they were easier to absorb than foreign, heretofore unknown facts There was no sudden rigidity as an enormous amount of infor accosted or overwhelain At peace in a way she’d not known in her entire existence as a Fae As if she’d been walking around with her most important parts a effortlessly back into her body again

Fire to his ice, frost to her flame

No! She had no desire to see those ins first She wanted to access that time in her life before he’d co which theSilver had told her she’d been happy and free

Ah, there she was

Zara, witch and healer, connected to all, chestnut-skinned and barefoot, she raced across a field of flowers toward her holossy curls to her waist Her eyes flashed with ebony fire and her short shift was the s The tattoos of her clan curved up her legs, fanned across her shoulders and down her spine

She had farandparents and parents, siblings and nieces, though no children of her own Althoughwell into their hundredth year As the first iven her insinuated, she’d loved her life, known and treasured every inch of her small world

She’d even loved him That, she noithout doubt

But her restored le, cruel way

She could visit and study each one

But she couldn’t feel them at all