Chapter Nine

Brandon stretched across the soft feather mattress and looked at the ceiling. This was the very same room Tara put him in whenever he was her guest. He thought about the faded disrepair that awaited the room. It was always a shame to see things go downhill and deteriorate. It was fortunate Fiona’s spell worked enough to convince Tara’s grandmother to will it to Tara with enough stipulations to prompt the girl to keep it and live in it. He hoped that living in it would jog her memory, but the veil wove itself tight around her even her studies with Maggie weren’t pulling it free. Between the veil and Lucy’s forgetting spell, he wondered if she’d ever recall her life with him and the good days before Alana made a mess of it all.

Brandon met Lucy just before the onset of the war. He was immediately smitten by her beauty, poise, and charm.   He was delighted to discover she had a head on her shoulders as well. She, on the other hand, was res