*~Hazel's POV~*
Aurora tapped the spot beside her on the bed, her eyes pleading. I let out a long sigh before lowering myself down, arms folded, frustration still simmering under my skin.
She turned toward me slowly. "Hazel," she began, voice tentative, "yes, I wiped your memory. But only because of something… something I honestly don't know how to explain. I don't even think you'd believe it if I did."
She paused, struggling to look me in the eye. "Caspian was right—I shouldn't try to explain. I should just return your memories and let you see for yourself."
"You should," I said quietly. "And when you do… I don't think we should be friends anymore."
I didn't mean it. Not entirely. But the betrayal was still fresh, and some part of me wanted her to feel the ache she had put me through. To know what it was like to be deceived by someone you trusted.
