Fifteen years ago, she was his light, dragged from the slums of the orphanage; he taught her to live, he taught her strength, and she showed him how to feel. It only took one day for it all to change. *** Now he's back, carrying with him the aura of Demkon, Vengeance at the top of his list, ready to strike her where it hurts the most, and not even moon goddess can stop him. **** He stood over me as I knelt on the cold floor before the raging sacred fire, scared and vulnerable, "How does it feel, Ayra? How does it feel to be alone with no one to call on?" With the view of the fire so far away, I shivered from the cold, my hair sticking to my frozen face, "How does it feel to have lost your heart?!" He grinned, "I never had it."