Ava Mara had no idea she was the Keeper of an Artifact till the Lady told her everything. But the revelation came at a very high cost: a bloody assault on her family and the death of her only sibling.
Despite the stupefaction and grief, Ava knew for sure she would not let the murderer off unpunished. And ever since forcing her way in to be part of the Order Of Graves, Ava learned that everything was not as black and white as it seemed to be.
Her pace quickened; her footsteps thumping against the wooden floor as she darted upstairs and across the corridor, heading to her room to get her satchel. Time was an elusive concept to her, but she finally grasped hold on to it when she had called out for her mother and instead of the familiar serene voice answering her, silence greeted her.