"Lumyn."
The name echoed through Amyra's mind as she stood frozen in the center of the banquet hall, her eyes completely unfocused.
Alden had walked away… but she didn't follow.
She didn't move at all.
Because that name—
That name brought back memories she could never forget.
Did he… finally remember?
Her knees nearly gave out at the thought.
How?
How is that possible?
It's not time yet.
A distant commotion rose from the balcony… but she didn't react.
He shouldn't remember—not yet.
So why…
Why does he know that name?
Her mind raced, spinning through possibilities that didn't make sense.
No. THEY said he wouldn't remember.
Not yet.
Amyra took a step back, her breathing turned rough.
This was the first time she had cried in this life… the first time she felt so powerless again.
She hated this.
That fragile hope that maybe, just maybe…
He remembered her.
Not the current her… but the one she used to be.
Get a grip, Amyra.
This wasn't the time to fall apart.
