A soft hand caught hold of my chin and I looked up at Roxy in surprise as I found her there instead of Mom, tilting her head to one side curiously as healing magic slid from her fingers into my skin. “Do you truly remember nothing?” I asked her as the taste of my own blood lingered on my lips. I rocked back onto my knees before her as her touch awoke every aching piece of my heart, but as I looked closer, nothing in her expression said she knew me at all. “About what?” she asked, her gaze cold, expression void.
