Chavore's gaze drifted over me, his brow furrowing. "You're..." He trailed off, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear his vision. "Thatcher's sister, yes?" A chill slithered down my spine. Elysia smiled. "Her name is Thais, darling," she prompted, her fingers tightening on his arm.
she's doing something to his memories like that premordial
