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Lindsay Cummings

Chapter Sixty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventy-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighty-Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ninety-Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments—Sasha Alsberg (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments—Lindsay Cummings (#litres_trial_promo)

Cell 306 (#u2c495123-a205-5bed-8b1b-b7611314f030)

The Past


It surrounded him in Cell 306, twisting and turning itself into his bones until he and the darkness became one.

His thoughts had long since stopped running wild with every groan and creak of the prison walls. A thinning blanket, his only companion, was wrapped tightly around his shoulders, but it failed to block out the cold kiss of air that snuck through the threads.

I am Valen Cortas, he thought, rolling the words over and over in his mind. It was the only thing that kept him going, leashing a sharp coil of courage around his veins. Vengeance will be mine.

What he would do, what he would give, to have a single moment of time in the light. To feel the touch of a warm midday breeze on his skin, to hear the rustle of leaves on the trees of his home planet, Arcardius.

He had lived on Arcardius all his life, and yet in Cell 306 the memories of his home had begun to grow dim. Valen had always looked at the world and seen it in a thousand colors, his fingers itching to paint each turn of the light, each curl of the wind sweeping through the silver streets.

Every shade was unique in his eyes.

And yet...he was losing the colors.

Try as he might, Valen couldn’t remember the precise shade of purple that spiraled across the Revina Mountains. He couldn’t recall the exact hue of the blue and red moons that mingled together in the sky. The sparkle of starlight when true night fell, a constant, glowing guide through the sky. As each moment in this abyss passed, the colors all melted into a single shade of black.

He shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his emaciated frame.

The pain of remembering things loved and lost had sunk its claws into him, threatening to crush his bones.

Somewhere in the dank prison, a scream rang out, razor-sharp, like the tip of a blade scratching its way down Valen’s spine.

He rolled over, pressing his hands to his ears.