At the very top of the page was written, For Karigan. Drawn in ink were portraits of people, people she’d met in the future. Even without their names labeled, she knew them like a shockwave: Mirriam looking stern as always and peering through a monocle. Lorine and Arhys holding hands as they walked down a cobbled street. Professor Josston looking magnificent in his evening clothes. Luke with his hand on Raven’s neck.

Drawn in the center of the page was a portrait of Cade, a bemused smile on his face as if he was telling her she could never possibly forget him. At that moment, she remembered everything they’d been through together, and everything they had meant to each other. Everything.

Thanks to Yates, Cade would live in her memory and she would never forget. Not ever.