Lethia wasn't sure what memory Caelum had received. But to learn more, she needed Caelum to trust she wouldn't hurt him.
That memory must have wounded him so deeply he'd forgotten the pain of being crippled.
Just how much of himself had that past life memory taken from Caelum?
'Whisney… are you there? How much longer do you plan to hide? We have new clues. Whisney… don't leave me in the dark.' Lethia pleaded to Whisney in her mind.
Why did Whisney always vanish at the crucial time? Did Whisney know all this? Had her memories returned completely? Had Lethia just been played all this time?
Caelum's gaze softened, though he still couldn't meet her eyes fully. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to blow out the rage boiling inside him.
Lethia dared to move closer to his bedside. Her trembling hand slowly reached for him, gently squeezing his wrist.
"Caelum, please… hmm?"
His hand flinched but didn't pull away.
