ย Soren's arm was draped casually across the man's shoulderโthe man who looked like my dadโa stunning smile on her beautiful face, with a glass of champagne in her hand.
Heart in my throat, my eyes went over the black inked words scrawled on the bottom of the photo-page in cursive handwriting.
1523. ๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
Members of the foundation? What foundation? What opening party?
I dropped the book as a cold, tingling migraine began to singe its way through my head.
What the hell were Soren and her brother doing at an event with my ancestors...
A cold feeling draped itself across my shoulders, causing me to shiver as I wrapped my arms around myself.
What did this mean? Soren knew my ancestors? And that means she's been around for what? Over five hundred years?!