He glanced at his parents and then back at me. “I cannot, except to say that clearly you are obsessed with me.”
“What is wrong with you?” Noah asked, his hand slipping around my waist, holding me up even as my knees wobbled.
“Nothing. I feel better than I have in ages.”
Alek and Nord exchanged a loaded glance. The jarl of Novasgard looked conflicted, like he wasn’t sure who to trust. His son about not knowing me, or his wife who’d just whole-heartedly vouched for me.
“He doesn’t remember. Why doesn’t he remember me?” I whispered, tears clogging my throat and making my voice come out strained.
Lina’s face twisted with horror. “Oh, Quinn, you didn’t.”
“Satori!” Nord’s expression turned savage as he grasped the edges of the chair. He cut his gaze to Strega and in a low, even tone, demanded, “Take them to the house and provide them with rooms while we get to the bottom of this. They’re not to leave until we get our answers.”
“It will be as you say,” Strega replied, with a slight bow of her head. “You three, with me.”