What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. Or so they say. If there’s such a thing as a middle ground, then Kazar’s there. And he’s fed up with it. After almost nine hundred years, he wants a resolution to a past he only wishes to forget, and of course, that past keeps refusing to let things die. Followed by friends who only want to help and the weight of many lives on his shoulders, can the scars of his heart finally heal, or will Kazar’s anguish finally get the better of him?