His gaze narrowed on me. He leaned on his elbows, his face perilously close to mine as he searched my face. “That never happened. Yet I don’t detect a lie.” I had no answer to the question I saw burning through him. His frustration matched mine in equal measure. How could we both have such different memories of that night? Either the prince had been in some wildly delusional stupor, or there might be something worth investigating. Memories didn’t just alter so drastically. My emotions churned like a stormy sea as my mind spun with theories. Magic? Stupidity? Or good old-fashioned intoxication?
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