Third POV,
Nyx stared at the map in her hand. She knew she had seen this exact map before but couldn't remember where.
Some forgotten memories hit her often, but she can't possibly say where exactly they occurred.
She still stood on the walkway above the bridge, the wind blowing away her red hair to the south side of the bridge.
She held the map in her hands tightly because the wind was trying to blow it away too.
She was trying so hard to keep her eyes steady and study the map, but the wind wasn't helping her.
Grit and dust scoured her face as the wind blew, blurring her vision that she could barely see.
She held her gaze steady and continued studying the map.
She hissed after minutes of still not understanding it. She was at the same time wandering, as if Damian had given her
