I’d been gone for a yr, incarcerated in a Hidden prison. The verdict was guilty; the punishment, death.

Invoking regulations, I’ve got my freedom until my phrase is carried out. Three days, after that I’m history. Gone, not a memory space. Wiped through the collective consciousness of those that knew, also loved me.

Magic drives me in as I make an effort to right so many wrongs dedicated in the name of justice.

The vamps are mad, everyone’s acting weird, I’ve surely got to clear my name, and nobody appears to believe I don’t know how to proceed. Panic makes me action irrationally as the hours slide apart and I become significantly frantic.

If it wasn’t for Kate, and the necessity to help my family members, I’d have allow Council put me out of my misery. But I’m alive, and I uncover details that guarantees I’ll do whatever needs doing to remain that way. I simply have to prevent getting smashed, bitten, beaten, eaten, or zapped with the dark arts.

I will have stayed in jail. At least within nobody attempted to stomp me.