His voice trembled, a delicate tapestry of confusion and a subtle undercurrent of fear. I snatched my hand away from his cheek, my mind ablaze with a whirlwind of thoughts and questions.
"But I am Amara Fairchild," I declared, my voice trembling with conviction. The room felt like it was shrinking, suffocating us with its oppressive atmosphere. Magnus locked his gaze onto me, his eyes piercing into mine, as if delving into the depths of my soul in search of hidden truths.
I'm completely baffled. Why do you suspect that I am an imposter, someone other than who I claim to be? I asked, my voice quivering with fear.
Magnus stood there, his body tense with uncertainty, his mind racing as he carefully weighed each word before they escaped his lips. Amara, there exist mysteries that elude your
