“Stalker?” he asks with furrowed brows before he lets out a deep chuckle. “Is that what they told you? You can’t listen to them, Giselle. They will say anything to turn you against me.” “Skyla,” I say shakily. “Hm?” “My name. You called me Giselle, but I’m Skyla. Giselle was my mother.” “Oh yes, that’s what I meant. The resemblance is uncanny, though. You’re like Giselle reincarnated,”
