Ember Frost’s POV

I pushed my mind, trying to remember where I’d seen that cloak before. The memory is faint but familiar, like something I should know. But each time I got close, the details slipped away, leaving me with nothing but that uneasy sense that I was missing something important.

I frowned and looked around again, checking every corner, but it wasn’t anywhere in sight. If this really was Medina’s room, then the cloak should be here… somewhere.

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