Liam spent the next hour pacing his chambers, replaying the events of the previous evening in his mind. The disorientation he felt, the gaps in his memory—it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He couldn’t shake the sense that something significant had happened, something that Scarlett was likely behind.
His frustration boiled over, and he decided he couldn’t sit idly by. After splashing water on his face and dressing in fresh clothes, he made his way to the library where he knew Elenor often retreated in the mornings. If anyone could ground him or provide a fresh perspective, it was her.
When he entered the room, Elenor was seated by the window, the early sunlight making her look ethereal. She was reading, but her expression was distant, as if her thoughts were far away.
“Elen
