“You are a warrior, Seraphena. You always have been. Just like she learned to become.” Tiny bumps rose all over my skin. “No.” He shook his head. “You have had many names.” “No,” I repeated. “You have lived many lives,” he continued. “But it is that one, the first one, that Eythos remembered when he answered Roderick Mierel’s summons. He always remembered her.”
