Bea’s breath caught in her throat when Kafziel spoke those words. Savior. The word echoed louder than it should have, heavier than she expected. Her fingers curled nervously at her sides as she searched his face.
“Could it be that you are my savior?” Kafziel asked again, his voice quiet, uncertain, as if he was afraid of the answer.
Bea blinked, her heart pounding. What do you mean by savior? she wanted to ask, but the question lodged in her chest instead.
“What do you mean by savior?” she said out loud, trying to sound casual, though her voice trembled slightly.
Kafziel frowned, rubbing his temple as a dull ache pulsed there. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Everything feels… blurry. I remember pain. Lights. And someone holding me.”
Bea swallowed hard. Did he forget who really saved him
