Chapter 48

• Cesmae's POV
• I sit there, staring at the photos of Damaris and Raizel. Each one feels like a punch to the gut, not because of the love they shared, but because of how familiar it all feels to me—too familiar. My hands tremble as I close the album and set it on my lap, my mind whirling with confusion, fear, and a strange sense of belonging I don’t understand.
• I take a shaky breath, lifting my gaze to Raizel. He’s watching me closely, his sharp green eyes piercing through the haze of my thoughts. I’ve been holding this in for so long, terrified of what he might say, terrified of the truth. But I can't hide anymore. Not when I feel this... this undeniable connection to Damaris that makes no sense.