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She would look up at him with those innocent eyes and whisper, in a small, fragile voice, "You're so kind, Kane." I smiled at that. So, as it turned out, the so-called "fated mate" was nothing special after all. The swell of memory broke, and I was back in the room. I looked at Kane, who'd apparently forgotten his own sins. I choked back the hate and managed a sad, unyielding smile. I eased my hand out of his, caught his other hand—the one clutching the moonstone—and pressed it gently to my cheek. I met his eyes, wearing a devotion that could pass for the real thing. "Do you remember now?"

That was the only thing I remembered before losing my consciousness. * How do you like this chapter? Shit! She is dead! Please vote and comment!

For the first time in many chapters, genuine caution appeared in his expression. "Can they enter the Chamber?" The Heart slowly shook their head. "No." Relief flickered briefly. Then the child continued. "But we can leave it." The relief vanished instantly. The Chamber remained silent. The implication was obvious. The moment they returned to the real world— Whatever had awakened would be waiting. The stars suddenly brightened. A new memory appeared. Not ancient. Recent. Very recent. Only a few moments old. The sanctuary. Aurelia. The First Queen.

“I don’t remember my mother’s face. I don’t remember the song you hummed. But I remember this morning. I will remember it forever.” Morwen lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to Clara’s knuckles. “I will remember it too. And I will tell you about it, when you forget.” Clara smiled. “That’s a promise.” Morwen nodded. “That’s a promise.” The white flower pulsed, and the watcher’s attention was soft and warm. That is a promise, the watcher said. I will witness it. --- The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 193

Chapter 1: The Phoenix Rises Emilia's eyes snapped open, her gaze piercing through the darkness. The memories came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. The fire, the screams, the feeling of helplessness as her world burned to ashes. She rose from the bed, her movements fluid and calculated. The past was etched on her face, a map of scars and determination. Emilia's gaze fell upon the mirror, and for a moment, she saw the girl she once was – innocent, naive, and full of hope.

"Subject must not remember." I whispered the words to myself, "But I remember now. And I'm not going to let them take that away from me."

If we didn’t. But I remember the ache in my head the next morning. I remember reaching for my phone and finding it dead. I remember blood in my mouth—like I’d bitten my tongue. I remember a whisper: Don’t fight it. Just smile. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t know what happened. But it didn’t feel like this.” He leans back, finally, exhaling through his teeth. “This was the night we met.” I look up. “Before the fire. Before Saint ever knew your name.” His voice sharpens. “Why the hell don’t we remember it?”

I sat there for a moment gasping for air my mind racing to catch up. What did they want? Who was it? I was immobile and unable to speak. With my heart racing all I could do was gaze at the door. And the realization came to me like a wave as I sat there gasping for air and fixed my gaze on the door. The recollections remained. They were gradually returning. I was beginning to recall slowly even though I wasnt sure if I was prepared for what I would discover. Chapter 50- Shadows of reflection. Ava's POV

Before long, a strong scent of jasmine drifted in. Elio wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice soft and coaxing. "Why didn't you wait up? Are you mad at me? The doctor already told you the memory loss was an accident and that it'll take time to resolve. I've already agreed to rebuild things with you. What more do you want from me?" I didn't respond. He didn't know I had already learned the truth. Even when I didn't respond, he wasn't mad and kept talking anyway, his voice low against my ear.

The grief returning. Because no moment stayed light for long anymore. Her hand moved instinctively toward her stomach beneath the blanket. Then stopped. And the pain that crossed her face in that single second nearly destroyed me. She remembered again. Every morning would probably begin this way now. The awful moment where reality returned. I grabbed her hand gently before she could pull away emotionally. “You don’t have to pretend with me.” Her eyes filled instantly. “I keep forgetting for half a second.” My throat tightened sharply. “And then I remember.”