Mia POV

Last time I saw Roger, I hadn’t had the time to take in his features. He’d been all blurry because of the smoke and ashes. But now I saw him clearly.

The grey hair pulled back tight. The sharp cheekbones. The mouth that smiled without warmth.

And those eyes, dark, watchful, cutting into me like they knew every secret I carried.

He looked… familiar. My stomach twisted. I knew that face from somewhere, not in memory but in blood, like the echo of a song I’d once heard as a ...