Flashback ( PDFDrive )

private residence. Do you know something that I don’t, Fallon?”
“Not necessarily,” Fallon said, staring into the distance once again.
“But everyone in this room knows that Vackers never do anything
arbitrarily. That property was chosen for a reason.”
“Yes. I liked the view,” a gorgeous female with pointed ears jutting
from her shiny black hair said as she rose from her seat. Her angled,
clear blue eyes were lined with deep purple—the same shade as her
long, silky gown. And her bronze skin shimmered with flecks of
amethyst glitter. “The lake was so serene at night, the way it reflected
the stars. It was the perfect place to let my mind rest after a long day
of bending the sun.”
“Who’s that?” Sophie leaned in and whispered to Keefe.
He tilted his head. “Pretty sure that’s Luzia Vacker. She’s a superfamous
Flasher.”
“Not the most famous, though,” Luzia clarified, and Sophie flushed,
wondering how Luzia could’ve heard them. “That would be my son.”
“Orem,” Keefe whispered, pointing to an elf a few seats over from
Luzia, with neatly cropped hair and his mother’s coloring.
Orem was one of the few Vackers that Sophie had heard of. She’d
even been to the famous light show that he put on during the Celestial
Festival.
“Don’t be so modest, Sister,” Fallon told Luzia, and Sophie’s
eyebrows shot up at the label. “We’d all be living underground without
your work.”
“Luzia helped create many of the illusions that keep our cities
hidden,” Alden explained.
“Wait,” Sophie said, sitting up straighter. “Does that mean she
worked with Vespera?”