“How?” I asked my voice low. She looked past me, and her eyes glazed over.

“I want to help you Esma.” She repeated her words pressing on the word help. I stared at her eyes for one long minute before shaking my head. She holds my hand and lifted it up to examined it.

“See, so many scars, healed but fresh. You were using the talisman, but it isn’t of your help anymore. You needed answers.” She said getting straight to the point. How did she know about the talisman?

“You wanted to know about Reed’s past? I can help you.” She said seriously as if she wanted me to...