Chapter 57 Is It A Birthmark?

• And then to find out that the reason I felt like that—like you were some part of me I’d lost and never even knew I was missing until I saw you —that the reason was that I thought that you were the lady from that night, six years ago. it felt like some sort of cosmic joke realizing you're not, well maybe you're.....but you don't remember because you lost your memories_,,
• He stood up then, with a sort of violent suddenness, and crossed the room to the window. He looked lost, as lost as he had been standing over Jocelyn, the family's maid corpse, many years ago. Now, he was lost in thought, the mark on her thighs? Only his betrothed was supposed to have that mark of an overlapping circle...
• “Sir?” Diana said, alarmed, and when he didn’t answer, she scrambled to her feet and went to him, laying her hand on his arm. He continued staring out the window; their reflections in the glass were nearly transparent—ghostly outlines of a tall boy and a smaller girl, her hand clamped anxiously on his sleeve. “What’s wrong?”