Chapter 102 The Weight Of Almost Remembering

• Vladimyr's POV
• I hadn’t meant for the piano to become a confessional, but there I was—spilling pieces of myself I didn’t understand to a woman whose scent had begun to haunt my every breath again.
• And now, even after she left the room, the scent lingered. Lavender and wolf. Her heartbeat was etched in the air, pounding in my ears like the last echo of a dream. And me? I sat there like a man who had walked into a burning building hoping the flames would remember his name.