**~Gabrielle's POV~**
"No, I don't," I blurted out quickly. "I just… find myself carving this face." My palms were already damp with sweat, and my voice was unsteady.
Lucien's frown deepened as his gaze flicked between me and the wall.
"You're the one who drew it. There's no way you don't know who this is," he said, suspicion sharpening his tone.
"It's from my memories," I whispered, turning back to the carved face of the young girl. "One of the faces… and voices. I see them, but I can't recognize them."
Lucien squinted at the carving, his golden eyes narrowing as if the stone itself might answer him. "It feels familiar," he muttered. "I've seen this face before." His glare softened into something heavier—recognition, maybe? Or dread.
Before I could press him, Penny rushed in with a group of maids, her voice brisk but strained. "My lord, my lady, can you both leave the room? We'll fix this mess."
