“That douchebag fiancé of yours told me you don’t remember anything about your past. Is that true?”
“It’s true.”
“But you remember me, right?” He shoots me a weary look. “I mean, you jumped into my arms just now so I assume—”
“I don’t.” Brigid enters the room with a tray of tea and tiny little cups. I can tell by the smell it’s green Matcha. I hate green tea, or the current me hates green tea. I suppose old me use to love it.
I let her pour me a cup and use it to warm my hands. I wait until Brigid is gone to elaborate. “I ... it’s hard to explain. I know you, but I don’t remember you.” I glance out the windows at the soft flurries falling from the sky, anything to avoid the pained look Dimitri’s giving me. “How much did you tell the police about my disappearance? They did question you, right?”
“Are you kidding? They questioned everyone. I’m the one who alerted Christopher to your disappearance.”
I frown, and bring my cup to my lips, though I have no desire to drink it. The warmth chases away the chill. “Christopher?”
“Our director.”
I nod, as if I know exactly who he’s talking about, but I see the way Dimitri’s brow creases.
“You really don’t remember anything, do you?”
“Not a thing.” I shake my head and set down my teacup. My hands tremble as I settle the fine china in the saucer. “I don’t even remember my own father.”
“Then what the hell are you doing here?”
“Where else should I go?”
“Back to the city with me.”
I study his face. I look long and hard at the rigid plains and angles, the proud nose, the strong jaw, and the green eyes that hold such warmth and sincerity, so different from the way anyone else looks at me. Even my Sir. Ares’ expression only ever held contempt, amusement, anger, or passion, but never warmth. Never love. Not really.
Still, if I leave here and Ares does come for me, how will he know where I am? My father’s house would be easy enough to trace, but he wouldn’t know where to find me in the city. Would he? “I can’t.”
Ares set me free, but there’s a chance he might want me back. I’ll do everything in my power to be right where he will find me. I’ll make it easy for him. I’ll be a good girl and wait until my Sir comes.
I don’t know how to do anything else.
CHAPTER FIVE