[Lucien]
I’m not sure what the worst part about my memories returning was: that it had made my mate run off or that it made me realise that Violet was my late wife’s daughter.
All this time, I thought Hilary’s child had died. Fenrick had fooled everyone with his grotesque performance—pretending to eat her unborn baby straight from her womb. I’d been too blinded by rage to notice anything off. All I saw was my mate’s lifeless body, throat slit… and my brother’s face drenched in her blood.
And while I lost my damn mind—fighting him like an animal—Hildegard quietly took care of the body.
It was Violet’s parting letter that had made me question the past. Fenrick being a doppelgänger should have made sense—but it didn’t.
How did he have his memories? And from Violet’s experience, the last
