A sharp snap of fingers echoed in his ears.
Andres, whose emotions were spiraling out of control, was violently pulled back to reality.
Maeve returned right alongside him.
They stared at each other, profound disorientation flashing across their faces.
Griffin's calm voice broke the silence.
"What did you see?"
Andres struggled to put his racing heart into words.
"Was I just dreaming?"
Maeve recovered slightly faster.
"Did you hypnotize us?"
Griffin didn't deny it.
"You kept demanding to know why. Now, you have your answers."
"What you just saw was your past life."
Even knowing it was a hypnotic vision, Maeve couldn't shake the suffocating despair and rage of being pierced by thousands of arrows.
Because of it, the look she shot Andres inadvertently leaked pure hostility.
"If there really is a past life, I died because of you?"
Andres felt incredibly wronged.
"I think I can explain..."
First of all, Kaelan had never ordered her execution.
Even if he had, that was Kaelan's doing, not his.
Maeve suppressed the boiling fury in her chest and turned back to Griffin.
"So whose kids were they?"
Griffin didn't sugarcoat it. "Kaelan's."
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