Two years. It had been two years since Garrick had known what it was like to look into her eyes. Xaden’s younger sister who had been left behind when they had been forced across the Parapet in Basgiath.

She was like his last hope of seeing some light in this world and when he was forced to move away from her, it seemed like the world only had darkness. He didn't know when he had started to feel so intensely about her, even though it was the deepest secret he kept from everyone, even the eldest Riorson. But that night, that night he had the opportunity to see her if she crossed the Parapet.

The wind and rain had not been easy for her, but Xaden had trained her enough to ensure that she could do it. And when she came out on the other side, panting, wet from the rain and carrying a backpack on her back, his eyes seemed to see color again.

She was as beautiful as the last day he had seen her. And now she was right in front of him after so long, making his heart beat and giving him the feeling of being alive.