Damien’s POV
The show started, the actors coming out on stage, the orchestra blaring, but I couldn’t concentrate on it at all.
Instead, my attention stayed on that mysterious woman down in the seats.
Unlike when we had seen her in the woods, this time, I could openly stare at her, taking in every inch of her face. The light was dim, but my Alpha eyes let me continue to see things clearly. Even the darkness couldn’t hide the similarities from me.
I was entirely captivated. That face was Amelia’s face. The hair and eye color were different, though, which led me to believe that there had to be other differences too.
As much as I wanted Amelia to come back to me, I knew she was gone. I had seen her ashes. And even if that had been some kind of trick, Amelia would have never given up her
