Lorraine's POV
I couldn't breathe.
Not because there was no air, there was too much of it, pressing in on me, heavy and suffocating, but because my chest refused to rise properly. My heart was pounding so violently it felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my ribs, each beat echoing inside my skull.
Everything I had just seen… learned…. remembered.....
It was too much.
I staggered backward, though there was nowhere to fall in this place. My thoughts collided, shattered, reformed, only to break again. Images overlapped one another, fire and blood, silver chains, a bridge beneath the moon, a woman screaming as flames swallowed her whole, a man howling over her charred body....
And then him.
Always him.
Avelar.... Kieran.
My knees gave out, and I sank to the ground, clutching my head as if that might keep it from splitting open.
Maeryn.
That was my name.
That has always been my name.
I was Maeryn.
The first Hexborn.
The first Luna Queen.
