A Requiem for Fallen Stars (Cadence of the Fallen #1)

Epilogue

Dappled sunlight filters through my fluttering eyelids.

The sun is piercing—bright and warm and entirely different than how I’ve ever experienced it before. It’s like a hammer to my skull, making my head throb.

I sit up, rubbing at my forehead and scanning my surroundings.

My jaw falls open when I find myself resting in a beautiful garden oasis so elaborate, for a moment, I think I’ve reached the Hanging Gardens.

But the sight of Casimir Vivaldri stepping into view, slowly kneeling in front of me, handing me a white and lilac-speckled flower—one I do not recognize—assures me I haven’t.

I glance at the flower, looking up at him after. “Where am I?”

He smiles, the gesture oddly sincere. “Exactly where you should be.”