It had been a day since the banquet and Alden was finally back in his dorm.
Amyra hadn't contacted him since their conversation last night. And honestly, he hadn't reached out either.
Something was up with her. He could feel it.
Ever since the dance, Amyra had been distant. Not cold but... dimmed. As if something inside her had cracked.
What the hell happened during that missing time?
He had racked his brain, trying everything to piece together the gap in his memory. No matter how much he pushed himself, it was blank. A clean cut.
Even Amyra said he had gone to the balcony on his own. He found it strange.
That's what made it worse.
Why the hell can't I remember it then?
Did I suddenly develop amnesia? A split personality?
No. That couldn't be it.
He was sure—someone or something, had messed with his head.
His thoughts spiraled.
What if Amyra was the one who erased my memories?
But… why would she do that?
