Destiny's POV
I trained my eyes on my palm, my gaze nowhere near faltering. I'd been staring at it for a while now, and with pride, I could beat my chest and say I hadn't broken any contact with it yet. Not that I intended to anyway.
It has been a solid hour since Fredrick left, but the main topic of our conversation has ceased to let me be. I had replayed literally everything that had happened to the extent that I had now committed it to memory. If I was asked to recreate a drama about it, then be rest assured it would be perfect.
But why? Why couldn't I stop?
Kaius.
It still felt surreal. I hadn't fully wrapped my head around it yet, and I wasn't sure I would
be able to. So many questions ran through my mind all at once.
Did Kaius really not remember me? We spent almost ever
