— BLOOD HEIR by ILONA ANDREWS
“You’ve changed,” Luther continued. “There are layers and layers of power wrapped around your core, but that core remains the same. I remember it from years ago when I first met you. You are still you.”
He had no idea what those words meant to me.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked gently.
“I have lived through so many versions of me. I don’t even know who I am anymore.”















