I have chosen Veryon.
Yes I choose him.
Not because it was easy—but because he is the one who made me safe. The one who sounded like truth. Like freedom. Like the woman I wish I could remember.
Lucius has slipped away from my hands, like sand soft, precious, yet impossible to hold forever. And yes, we have a daughter together. But she is my daughter. And how can I be a mother when I don't even know who her mother was?
I need to go find her.
I need to go find me.
And the only way forward... is with him.
Veryon picked up my hand as though it were the most delicate thing he had ever touched. His palm was warm. Steady. Familiar. He led me slowly, carefully, out of the royal carriage. The air outside tasted like the end of something... and the terrifying beginning of something else.
That's when I saw her Elena.
