“Daughter of who?” I squinted my eyes at the strange statement he made. “Gaiyetre? Who is Gaiyetre?”
Did he think I was someone else?
The name felt foreign on my tongue like it didn’t belong in my vocabulary or even in my world. Yet in some strange way, it struck something, a peculiar and unshakable sense of familiarity that I couldn’t comprehend.
Gaiyetre.
Ethan didn’t answer right away. His eyes simply held onto mine with unnerving intensity, as though he were searching for something hidden in them. The silence stretched between us, heavy and stifling, like a thunderstorm about to break.
I shifted uncomfortably, my arms crossing over my chest. The way he looked at me made my skin tingle, but not entirely in an unpleasant way. It was a strange sizzling warmth gently crashing over me.
