Damien’s POV
The timing of Annette’s amnesia was beyond suspicious. Suddenly Amelia was gone, and Annette was there in the next minute with no memories? Yet, I could tell this line of conversation was making her uncomfortable as she frowned, getting angry with me.
She probably had good reason to be with what I was implying. I was mad at me too.
There was no way this woman could be the same person as my Amelia. Though their facial features were similar, their hair, eyes, and smell were all different. And as Annette was Martin and Lillian’s child, she was a werewolf, not human like Amelia. Any similarities had to be coincidence.
I had to admit that Annette was Annette. Amelia was gone and she wasn’t coming back.
“Annette, there you are,” said a voice from behind me. Turning, I recognize
