"Who are you?"
For a moment, everything went still and my mind blanked.
Did the Trickster's power… make her forget as well?
My heart started pounding, each beat heavier than the last as questions erupted in my head like a dormant volcano waking up.
Honestly, if her expression hadn't been like that, I would've brushed it off as a joke.
But it wasn't.
Those weren't the eyes of Viola, my childhood friend and my almost-sister.
No.
That was the look of a stranger, confused and faintly irritated, like someone who had just been interrupted by a total nobody.
What is happening?
"Who are you?" she asked again.
"I… I'm Rael," I managed to say the words.
But then I saw it, that same unfamiliar look in Seraphina's eyes and even in Bearlo's.
They didn't recognize me either.
No. This wasn't just memory loss.
Something was different.
If the Trickster's power had worked on everyone, it should've done so back in the forest.
Bearlo and Seraphina recognized me there, I was sure of it.
