"Do not stop me."
Her eyes reminded him of her.
They have the same fear and same ferociousness, a hesitation he could never understand and that deep inexplicable emotion that made him feel like they have known each other for a long time.
Was he losing his mind?
He had seen her face, the lady looked nowhere near as beautiful as the Nesrin he knew, she was slightly shorter and he could not sense her aura, not even a single trace of it inside the healer.
Lillian had been suspicious, yes, but she had also accused ten other women of being 'the traitor queen'. Izekiel wondered if the empress was becoming paranoid.
Perhaps Izekiel was also becoming like her because he too found his thoughts being too indulged in the memories of Nesrin.
The way she acted so genuine, and despite his initial doubts he began to have faith in her but then her lies perfectly tricked his mind and his soul, he was such a fool.
It had been too long...
