“Daughter of who?” I squinted my eyes at the strange statement he made. “Gaiyetre? Who is Gaiyetre?”

Did he think I was someone else?

The name felt foreign on my tongue like it didn’t belong in my vocabulary or even in my world. Yet in some strange way, it struck something, a peculiar and unshakable sense of familiarity that I couldn’t comprehend.

Gaiyetre.

Ethan didn’t answer right away. His eyes simply held onto mine with unnerving intensity, as though he were searching ...