Dmitri POV
The old portrait burst into flames the moment I touched it.
I jerked my hand back, watching three hundred years of careful preservation turn to ash in seconds. The picture had shown my maker, Elena, the night before the Void Walkers killed her. Now it was gone, just like everything else they'd taken from me.
"Dmitri?" Caleb's voice came from behind me. "We felt the magic from outside. What happened?"
I turned to find Caleb and Sage standing in my study doorway, their faces worried. They'd come to ask for my help finding Lily after she'd slipped into whatever dimension the brothers were trapped in. But seeing Elena's portrait burn had brought back feelings I'd spent centuries trying to forget.
"The Void Walkers are stirring," I said, brushing ash from my fingers. "Things connected to their last appearance are starting to react."
