Aurora's POV
The morning sun shined through my windows, too bright and harsh. I woke with a gasp, my body full with sweat despite the cool air.
"Another nightmare?" Darius's voice came from the doorway.
I sat up, pulling the blanket around myself. "I saw
faces. People I should know but don't. A man with dark hair and blue eyes. He was…grieving."
"Stefano," Darius said quietly. "Your mate."
"It felt so real." My hand moved to my chest. "Like
something was pulling at me from inside."
"The mate bond," he explained, entering with a tray of food. "Even with your memories gone, your soul recognizes him. It's trying to reach out."
I took the offered plate, though I wasn't hungry at all. "Does he feel it too?"
"Likely. The bond works both ways." Darius sat across from me. "But he believes you're dead, so he'll think it's just grief playing tricks."
