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CHAPTER 168
~Zara's POV~
I noticed the change in Zade's expression but continued, "The window, though... the view of the woods. It felt like I used to sit there all the time, but I can't remember what I was thinking or waiting for."
Snow stepped closer, his hand gently brushing my cheek, his touch grounding me. "Anything else?"
I shook my head. "It was just fragments—nothing that made sense."
Zade rubbed his chin, his tone thoughtful. "It could be your memories trying to resurface. With everything going on—the explosion, Marcus, the Thorned Crescent—the trauma may be making it harder for them to come back fully."
"Maybe," I admitted, frustration creeping into my voice. "But it's maddening. I feel as though I'm close to recalling something significant, yet it remains elusive."
