"Next," Lilit called, her voice a low, sweet hum.

The air in the casting studio smelled of old velvet and chilled rosé. Lilit Sweet knew this scent well. For three hundred years, she had been the industry’s most secret weapon: the Casting Director of the Damned.

Priya’s face crumbled, not with pain, but with relief. "I remember now," she whispered. "I remember who I was before."