Lily watched, frozen in place, as Tilda walked away. The Elder Princess had been stern but supportive. Her heart ached, feeling as though she had failed him. Lily’s hands shook, her mind raced.
His cold eyes haunted her. In the blink of an eye, all the warmth he once had for her vanished into thin air. Like none of it ever existed.
Ezra glanced anxiously down the hallway before gripping Lily’s arm. “We can’t talk here,” he whispered urgently. “Follow me.”
He led her to a small sitting room several doors down. Once inside, he locked the door behind them and leaned against it, exhaling heavily.
Lily didn’t wait for him to speak.
‘What happened to Zayn? Why doesn’t he remember me?’
Though Ezra was still rusty in sign language, he understood Lily’s signing.
“I’m sorry, Lily. Everything spiraled out of control so quickly, I…”
She stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his arm before she continued to sign, ‘Tell me everything. What happened after I fainted?’
