(Lysander’s POV)That night…I saw Almira’s face, her touch, her kisses. It all felt too real.I wake up to the scent of something… different. It’s familiar, yet wrong. My body recognizes it, but my mind screams that it doesn’t belong.My arm is draped over warm skin. Soft. But foreign. My fingers twitch, and a cold, sinking feeling spreads in my chest.Something is wrong.I opened my eyes.And I see her.Rachelle.Not Almira.Not the woman I love.Rachelle.“What the hell—” I bolted upright, glaring at her. “What are you doing here?”She stirred beside me, stretching like a cat. “Good morning to you too,” she murmures, her lips curling into a smug smile.I don’t remember this. I don’t remember anything.My horror worsened when I realized that we’re both naked underneath the sheets. Why the fuck am I sharing a bed with her? Did we—fuck!“Get out,” I snapped, my voice raw with fury. “Now.”Her smile faltered. “Lysander—”“Now, Rachelle.” I threw the sheets off me, barely resisting the
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