Circe sat on the terrace, staring out into the courtyard below, her gaze distant and unfocused. The late afternoon sun bathed the stone walls in a soft golden hue, but she seemed utterly unaware of it.
She was so deep in thought that she barely noticed when Nieah set a cup of spiced mead down before her.
It had been three days since she found the rabbit lying lifeless in the garden, and she was still struggling to come to terms with what she had seen.
None of it made sense. The memory replayed in her mind constantly. The dreams, the strange memories she had no prior knowledge of, and those eerie glowing threads that seemed to pulse with life.
She could not wrap her mind around what had happened, how an animal that had been dead one moment, could stir back to life the very next. How was such a thing even possible?
