Elena’s POV

Damien’s question lingered between us like a blade, poised to strike.

“Are you really going to deny you don’t remember the night we spent together?”

For a heartbeat, I almost faltered.

Because I remembered everything.

I remembered how foolish I had been in that other life. How I believed giving him my body meant giving him my soul. I remembered trembling beneath his touch, convinced it was the most beautiful night of my life. That in his arms I had finally found ...