A strange Connection between Them.

 It took Verona a few minutes to realize she wasn't able to breathe. There was no air, and it felt like her head had been submerged into a thick cloud of smoke.

She was desperately clawing at her throat leaving trails of long red bloody lines. Her mouth was trying to form words but all that came out was a choking sound.

Hezine was the one who made to reach for her but the redhead moved away from him as if his hands were made of poison. A knowing look passed between them, confirming what Daemon had said.

So she could indeed see them, and has been doing so since the first day she came into the palace.

No one had been able to see them before, not even Ygrette. All their actions had always been termed magic and ascribed to the already notorious reputation of the King. They called it dark magic, but only they knew what truly was going on. And still she was the one who could see them, a lowly runt who had never shifted all her life?