I traced the marking of my name with my finger and felt her tremble beneath my touch. I was expecting to see this but still somehow my heart and mind were in ruins at the sight.
The proof was here, the proof I needed to know who was telling the truth. This was my bride. My true bride.
Aella Laquintta.
My beautiful bride. My only one.
She'd been locked up in this cell and away from me for so long. I couldn't take the thought of my woman unprotected and suffering the way she had been.
But why wasn't the same marking on my chest? Since the day I'd awakened without any memory of whom Aella was I would often stare at my chest and wonder what was missing from it. Angelisa must have gotten someone to create an illusion, to keep it hidden from me. The woman needed to suffer for her disgusti
