Nefretiri
The one who cursed us was our own blood.
That declaration wasn't as earth-shattering as it should've been. In the early stages of all this, I'd feared something like that but brushed it off because I let my emotions lie. When my mom came to see me when I was in surgery, I trusted what she'd said and pushed my doubts to the back of my thoughts. However, they never went away. They couldn't—not with who I was related to.
"How do you know that?" I asked calmly, moving into the dark living room without bothering to turn the light on.
'Nefretiri? I hold all your memories safe in the vault. Regardless of where our soul shards are currently located, all of you are me. I know every memory of each of us and store it within me. Each shard is my essence, including you.' Dagan said in my voice, which was slightly offputting.
