Zoe couldn't believe what she was hearing. How can Raigon know her beforehand? She has never seen him before. Or has she?
She looked at his features, from his head to his foot. How could he forget such a strikingly attractive man? Not unless he was part of the traumatic event that her brain chose to store away in her subconscious mind so that she could survive.
She gazed at him, wondering how she would act after this startling revelation.
"Who are you? Why are you only telling this to me now?" She exclaimed in a trembling voice and clenched fist. She held her temples as it was throbbing in confusion at Raigon's confession.
Raigon drew near her and tried to support her but she shoved his arm away. "Don't touch me," she hissed in a cold bitter voice.
