About the book: year / His eyes, once blue, but now the color of a cloudy sky, burned with hatred. But Cass wasn't surprised. She now knew perfectly well who he really was. She knew that the Varian who had once smiled at her with a blush on his cheeks was just a cover, nothing more. Cassandra was completely convinced of this fact. Or she was simply trying to convince herself of him... In any case, she had no doubt at all that she felt as much hatred and disgust for the alchemist as he did for her.