Xavier
The fire in my chamber crackled softly, but the warmth never reached my bones.
I sat beside it, hunched forward in the old leather chair, still dressed in my travel clothes from Silvermoon. I hadn’t even changed. I was too restless to sleep, too tired to move.
I stared at the flames, letting them burn away the noise in my mind.
I till in my mind.
Seraphina.
Or... whoever she was now.
That look in her eyes haunted me. The way she whispered, "I'm trying to remember who I am." The truth hung over us like fog—thick, cold, blinding.
I didn’t understand her anymore.
But I still wanted her.
And that was the worst part.
Ryder was silent for once. No growls. No orders. Just a quiet ache in the back of my head. He was confused too.
“She’s our mate,” he had said before.
But now?
