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Kayla’s POVThe light swallowed everything. My body trembled as power surged through me, raw and burning. I could feel her—Helen—pressing against my mind, whispering in a language I couldn’t understand. The storm outside screamed with us, as if the world itself was reacting to what was happening inside me.“Kayla!” Damien’s voice sounded distant, like it came from underwater. “Stay with me. Fight it!”I wanted to answer him, but my mouth wouldn’t move. My vision flickered between the world around me and flashes of memories that weren’t mine—Helen standing in a circle of candles, her face streaked with tears; Elias kneeling before her, his eyes full of devotion; Liam as a boy, standing by a grave he didn’t recognize.It was too much. I felt my mind tearing apart at the seams.When I finally managed to speak, my voice didn’t sound like my own. “She’s here.”Damien’s face went pale. He knelt beside me, gripping my hand tightly. “Kayla, listen to me. You’re stronger than she is. You can p

Kayla’s POVThe rain had stopped, but the world still felt drenched in shadows.Every sound seemed louder, sharper—the whisper of leaves, the steady thud of my heart, the faint hum of Helen’s voice in the back of my mind.Uncle Richard stood only a few feet away, water dripping from the brim of his coat. His smile was wrong—gentle on the surface, but hollow in the eyes.He looked at me like I was something sacred. Something dangerous.“Kayla,” he said softly, “you have no idea how long we’ve waited for this.”I took a step back, my pulse racing. “Waited for what?”“For you to wake up,” he replied. “For you to remember who you are.”Damien moved between us, his body tense, his voice low and edged. “She’s not going anywhere with you.”Richard’s eyes flicked toward him with calm disdain. “Still pretending to be her savior, Doctor Hale? Tell me, how long do you think you can protect her before she becomes what she’s meant to be?”I swallowed hard. “What am I meant to be?”Richard smiled f

Kayla’s POVFor a long moment, I couldn’t move. The sound of the door slamming still echoed through the cabin like a heartbeat, loud and relentless. Damien stood in front of the dying fire, the soft blue light in his eyes flickering in rhythm with the flames. It wasn’t the Damien I knew, not the man who had held me through fear and chaos. This Damien looked calm, almost serene, and that terrified me more than his anger ever could.My breath hitched. “Damien?”He smiled, and the curve of his lips was too perfect, too patient. “It’s still me,” he said gently, stepping toward me. “You don’t have to be afraid.”Every instinct screamed at me to run, but my body wouldn’t obey. I could feel something pulling at me, something warm and magnetic. My pulse raced as he came closer.“What happened to you?” I whispered.He stopped in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint shimmer of light pulsing just beneath his skin. He looked alive in a way that wasn’t human. “You set me free,” he

Kayla’s POVFor a long moment, I could only stare at him. Damien’s voice echoed softly in the quiet, but it wasn’t just his anymore. The sound was deeper, layered with something ancient and knowing. The fire that had once burned bright in his eyes was calmer now, shadowed, as though the light and the darkness had found a way to coexist inside him.My heart hammered in my chest. “Damien,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Say something… say it’s really you.”He smiled faintly, a smile that both soothed and frightened me. “It’s me, Kayla,” he said slowly. “But I’m not just who I was. I remember everything now—Helen’s memories, her pain, her love, her regrets. They’re all inside me.”My breath caught. “Then she’s still here.”His gaze softened as he reached for my hand. “She’s a part of me now, but she’s quiet. I think she’s done fighting. For now.”The words for now hung in the air like smoke.I didn’t pull away from his touch, even though I knew I should have. His fingers were warm agai

Kayla’s POVThe storm outside grew worse as the day bled into night. Thunder rolled over the city like an endless growl, shaking the glass, the walls, and something inside me that I couldn’t name. I stood by the window, my reflection flickering in the lightning. My eyes still glowed faintly—an eerie, silvery hue that pulsed like moonlight trapped beneath my skin.Damien hadn’t spoken for hours. He sat on the couch with his head in his hands, the tension radiating from him like heat. I could feel his fear, though he tried to hide it beneath quiet composure. He wasn’t afraid of me… not exactly. He was afraid of what I might become.I touched the glass, tracing the outline of my reflection. Fingerprints remained behind and glowed, where the cold surface touched my skin. I felt an electric tingling of power under my flesh. It frightened me. But it also felt… familiar. It seemed like waking up like forgotten part of me.When I turned, Damien was watching me. His eyes were dark and unreadab