I'd been gone for a year, incarcerated in a Hidden prison. The verdict was guilty, punishment death.
Invoking the Law, I've got my freedom until my sentence is carried out. Three days then I'm history. Gone, not even a memory. Wiped from the collective consciousness of those that knew, even loved me.
Magic drives me on as I try to right so many wrongs committed in the name of justice.
The vamps are mad, everyone's acting weird, I've got to clear my name, and nobody seems to believe I don't know what to do. Panic makes me act irrationally as the hours slip away and I become increasingly frantic.
If it wasn't for Kate, and the need to help my nearest and dearest, I'd have let the Council put me out of my misery. But I'm alive, and I uncover information that ensures I'll do whatever it takes to remain that way. I just have to avoid getting crushed, bitten, beaten, eaten, or zapped with the dark arts.
I should have stayed in prison. At least in there nobody tried to stomp me.
