Flashback ( PDFDrive )

Eventually Emery said, “Well, you’re welcome to visit our offices
whenever you remember. But for now, we must get back to the matter
at hand.” He turned to Alvar. “We’ll move you to Everglen as soon as
—”
“Everglen!” Fallon repeated. “That’s what it was!” He stepped
closer, into the shadow of the Council’s thrones. “You don’t think it’s
imprudent to send him home?”
“Why would it be?” Emery asked.
“I can think of two reasons,” Fallon told him. “For one, Everglen is
an Ancient property. In fact, I believe some of the original structure
still stands.”
“One room does, yes,” Alden agreed. “The space I use for my
personal office has been there since the beginning. Why does that
matter?”
“I can’t say for certain.” Fallon’s eyes shifted to Bronte. “But things
from our past are often more than they seem.”
Sophie’s heart paused at that, and her mind ran through a list of the
lies she’d already helped uncover.
The Four Seasons Tree. Nightfall. Even the reason the elves sank
Atlantis and severed all ties with humans.
All of those had turned out to be very different from what their
Mentors taught in elvin history—if the stories had been mentioned at
all.
The Lost Cities wasn’t a bad place. But it wasn’t the ideal world
everyone wanted it to be either. And it had a lot of buried secrets.
“Is there anything weird about Everglen?” she asked Alden.
“Not that I’m aware of,” he told her. “When I inherited the
property, I made extensive renovations. But it’s always been used as a