I sat at the dressing table, my fingers absently untying my hair as I stared into the reflection of Meredia. This face... it still felt foreign sometimes, a constant reminder of the life I left behind. I could barely remember what I used to look like-my own features blurred in the fog of time and worlds.
But now's not the time to dwell on that.
If Lisa were here, she'd be fussing over my hair, weaving in flowers and clips, making me look like some kind of princess.
A soft voice broke through my thoughts. "Missing Eve?"
I froze, my eyes widening as the familiar tone sent a shiver down my spine. Slowly, I lifted my gaze to the mirror, and there he was-Ancillin, standing behind me.
He looked unnervingly calm as he turned slightly, his eyes drifting to my bed before settling back on me.
