Kaya’s pov
Confused, I grimaced. Kate was my mom. According to Helena, I looked a lot like her. Did that mean this stranger knew my mom?
“I think he is somehow related to us,” Mira muttered, taking me by surprise. My jaw dropped while a smile slowly curled on his lips, but then his forehead slightly wrinkled.
“Kate?” he asked, as though he wasn’t sure.
He must have noticed a difference in the scent. The woman standing next to him stood up and put her hand on his arm.
“Babe, do you know her?” she asked.
He didn’t look away from me. I knew that he was waiting for me to say something. I cleared my throat and offered a frail smile.
“I am not Kate. My name is Kaya,” I said.
His lips parted. I could have sworn his eyes shifted colour as he whispered my name under my breath, but he w
