Zara
"Mira…. Blackwood." He paused, a thin smile playing at his lips. "Do you remember what we talked about last time?"
My stomach twisted into knots. Talked about…? My memory scrambled, trying to connect the dots through the haze of exhaustion and confusion. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the stiff hem of my uniform skirt brush against my knees.
He tilted his head slightly, as if amused by my silence. Then his smile widened just enough to show even white teeth. "Oh, wait… I almost forgot. You're Zara now, aren't you? Not Mira anymore."
My lungs froze in my chest. The way he said Mira made it sound like a secret he'd been keeping just for himself, tucked away in a hidden drawer of his mind.
"I—Professor, I think you're mistaking me for someone else," I croaked out, but t
