SELENA’S POV

I remember now.

I remember every fucking details now. Every memory, every ounce of betrayal, every excruciating pain—I remembered it all.

I recall being Irene Blackthorn. That was who I was, who I had been before the silver knife severed my life. And the one who sent it through me was the man I had once called my mate. He was Damon Nightshade. His icy blue eyes flashed in my mind, the same ones I once used to see love in were now poisoned with hatred. He had ...