The image wouldn’t leave my mind. It held more than memories.
Who was I?
Why was I really here? What was my mission? And why did everything inside me scream that I’d lived this life before? I turned the photo around. The date carved on the back read: January 5th, 1523.
What? Five hundred years ago?
That meant the Alphas had lived together for centuries. And Jeremy, he acted clueless. But he knew.
He lied. Just like the rest of them. Even Morgana had mistaken me for someone else. She was in the photo, standing among them. This isn’t a coincidence. There’s something much deeper going on. I stormed up the staircase and barged into Jeremy’s room.
There they were. Jeremy and Caspian, tangled together on the bed, lips locked and legs entwined.
Seriously?
Jeremy was halfway through pulli
