**Gabrielle's POV**
Every silly thought about being Azazel vanished the moment Lucien grabbed his sword and stormed out, dismissing me without a glance.
She's alive? The girl in my head—whose face I carved—is alive… and it's not me?
For a moment, I wanted to run after him to see her for myself and demand why she lives in my head. But I couldn't. He would never let me follow him. All I could do was sit here in this gilded cage, pretending I was free.
I shut the door behind me and turned to the carvings on the wall. Her face looked even more familiar now.
Maybe she had been close to me once, before I lost my memories? But that didn't make sense. She was an assassin, and I? I was just a little girl who got lost and forgotten.
Still, the thought burned in my mind. What if we had met, and I just couldn't remember?
