Author's note: This is from Seraphina's point of view
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My brain was in a haze that increased whenever Drago got close to me. Or should I call him Mateo, like everyone else? But then… he told me that I used to address him as Duke. Which one is it? How many names can one man have?
I could see Drago's desperation for me to remember, and I had a feeling it was important, but it was not something I could force. Or maybe I could, but I didn't know how.
Drago was always hovering around me and acting like I don't want to remember. And even though I could breathe in forever his amazing scent of pine trees and the ocean, his overbearing behavior was suffocating.
To be honest, it was much easier to spend time with Lazarus who didn't expect anything from me other than to be happy.
