"A man named Jacob?" Dorian let out a forced chuckle. "What are you talking about?"
Yelena looked at him. Confusion written across her face.
"I wish I knew too." she replied. "All I know is these memories are not mine."
'She knows about Jacob. What are the chances she is talking about another Jacob ente— ah forget it.'
Dorian leaned back, his hand on his jaw while looking to the corner of the room.
His mind was racing.
Calculating.
'What does this mean? Did Yashohi transfer her memories to her head? But what is she looking to accomplish by doing that? Arrrgh, this all makes no sense.'
His facial expression settled, now etched with worry.
Deep lines formed between his brows.
'I really can't ignore this any longer.'
Then it was followed by a knowing sigh, as though he was trying his best not to think about it too much.
He couldn't afford to spiral right now.
So, he placed his hand right on top of his sister's head and uttered these words—
