A single thought rang in her mind. Nora.
Her heartbeat quickened. Could this mean Nora was somewhere close? Watching her, waiting to share all about their lost times?
Or perhaps this was a cruel joke―mocking her for being so foolish.
Alyssane felt a hollow ache inside as she silently stared at the star.
"You recognize it."
Kazmun's voice cut through the silence like a blade. It was cold, sharp, yet quieter than she had expected. He rose to his feet and slightly narrowed his gaze.
Alyssane blinked, taken aback, and shook her head quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as if to mask the unease threatening to surface. "No," she replied, "It just startled me, that's all."
Kazmun's expression didn't shift. He stepped closer, "You're lying."
Her breath caught, but she forced her features into an impassive mask. "I'm not—"
