Elena’s POV

The moment my eyes landed on the scarf, my breath caught as if something invisible had tightened suddenly around my throat.

For a brief second, I simply stood there, unable to move, not because I failed to recognize it, but because I remembered too clearly what I had done with it.

I had thrown it away.

Personally.

Without hesitation.

Into the trash.

So how had it ended up here, back in Damien’s courtyard, as though it had circled its way through fate itself, returning in a ...