Gracie’s POV
“Gracie.”
The voice echoed through the courtyard, soft at first, almost hesitant, my father’s voice. I heard him, but I didn’t move. I was curled up on the small bench in the corner of our garden, where the scent of dying roses still lingered from last season. I hadn’t stepped outside the compound in days.
Not since Tavin mentioned that name, he might be doing all those things because I left him to marry Jael.
Darren.
A name that clawed through my chest like an old scar being reopened. Tavin’s words still haunted me, and ever since, I’d avoided everything, confrontation, the truth, the questions. Especially Kael. I hadn’t gone to see him. I hadn’t tried. Because I knew the truth.
Kael didn’t remember. And with that blank slate of a memory, I could craft the perfect stor
