Selena’s breath shuddered as she stared into Damian’s eyes—eyes that no longer held any recognition of her. The silver sheen had faded slightly, replaced by a stormy emptiness that sent a sharp ache through her chest.
He didn’t remember her.
“…Who are you?” His voice was hollow, uncertain.
Selena clenched her fists at her sides, swallowing the thick lump in her throat. This was a trick. A cruel, twisted game orchestrated by the queen. But the way Damian looked at her—like a stranger, like she was nothing more than an unfamiliar face in a sea of unknowns—cut deeper than any blade ever could.
“You know me,” she whispered, stepping toward him despite the weight of fear pressing down on her. “You know my name, Damian.”
He stiffened. His fingers twitched. Something flickered in his express
