It felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest at any moment now—which was strange, considering the fact that I didn’t think that I had a heart. I couldn’t recall ever feeling this way or reacting this way towards Persephone—and if I had, then there was a part of my mind that was blocking it out, that was keeping it hidden. I had never forgotten anything when it came to Persephone. But maybe now that my mind had a different infatuation, someone to keep it occupied again for every second of every day, things were going to change.
For goodness sake, they had changed three years ago, when all of this had begun, when it had just started, when I had found Dilara for the very first time. And then it had changed again two years ago, when she had disappeared off the face of the earth. A
