It was Tensel that spoke next, after a silence that have stretched for more than five minutes. Elina was yet to recover her speech. “We still need to know more about her.” He looked at Elina as he said this. “You seemed to have had a relationship with her.” Elina shook her head. “You heard Elizabeth. She had been Storm’s friend when they were little. That’s centuries ago! There is no way I have a relationship with her. I am not more than twenty-five years old.” “And how would you know that? I thought you too had some issue with your memories. Or have you remembered them all?” Elina nodded. “I think so.” “That’s not a strong answer, Elina.” Elina flung her hands wide, frustrated at best, to Nicu’s words. ‘Stay calm, my heart. We will figure all these out together.’ Elina sighed contentedly when she felt the wave of reassurance. What would she have done without Damonq? ‘Nothing, my love. How could you think of being without me?’ Elina shook her head. There was no reasoning w

Storm walked into the storeroom of the cafe, heaving in and out in anger, banging the door on its hinges not minding she might be penalized for that. Who the hell did that bitch think she was? Storm gritted her teeth, remembering the spoiled brat of a lady, not much older than her, who had kept changing her orders because Storm had refused to give her Louise’s number. The girl wasn't the first. There had been many like that, ogling Louise who didn’t help matters by winking at them at intervals. Storm had given up on the last woman, when the latter had intentionally poured her food on the floor, and had blamed it on Storm. The head server had asked Storm to sit this one out, and that she seemed stressed. That would seem caring to the outside watcher, but Storm knew that her pay was about to be deducted. She hit the door with her foot, clenching her teeth when pain racketed past her feet and nerves to her brain. Louise was beginning to be more bad than good. She concluded. But it

Storm hurriedly shoveled food into her mouth, barely chewing before swallowing. Kim watched her with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Slow down, Storm," Kim urged, shaking her head. "You're going to choke."Storm barely acknowledged Liam’s mate, only shaking her head in response. She had training with Avery—her rival for Kaden's affection—and she was already ten minutes late. Avery was notoriously strict, and Storm knew she would likely face some harsh punishment for her tardiness. The thought of doing push-ups for an hour made her stomach churn, but she had no time to waste. It was not like she had been late before, but Jutul, just after he had dropped her at Liam’s house, had told her to hurry up with every strength she had.She had wanted to know why, and he had mentioned about Avery’s punishment for late coming. Not that he has ever being a recipient of that harshness, but he knew people who had been. Storm had found it hard to believe, but she had still hurried up with ever

Storm was dreaming again, and once more, it felt more like a memory than anything else. This time, she saw her younger self, but the little girl had grown older. Standing beside her was another girl. They looked to be budding teenagers, probably fifteen.But Storm recognized the other girl immediately. She had seen the latter in one of her previous dreams, the one where the girl, then a grown woman, had been put on a sand built table. Now, they were chatting, lost in their conversation. Was this Elina?As before, they didn’t notice Storm's presence. She watched them intently, trying to piece together the fragments of her past she had no clue of. "I heard from mother that you are still searching for Elizabeth. Why hadn’t you told me? I would have joined you in the search? However, do you think she is still alive?”Storm’s younger self shrugged her shoulders. “I’m not sure. But I can’t give up on my friend. The last time I checked, I had found a trail, but it had suddenly disappeared

Storm woke up to the gentle sensation of Kaden kissing her forehead. She blinked, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. A new day already? How long had she slept?Kaden's deep, reassuring voice broke the morning silence.“Good morning, Storm. How are you feeling now? Do you still have headaches?”Storm shook her head. “I’m fine.” She sat up on the bed, enjoying the feeling of Kaden’s hands on her skin. She burrowed into his arms the more.“Any more dreams?” Kaden asked, welcoming her into his arms. He drew circles on her waist which was bare of clothing, as her blouse had ridden up.Storm shook her head.Why did he smell so good this morning? She sniffed his polo, not quitting when Kaden chuckled. The voice that reverberated around his chest was soothing to her ears.Her mate.Why had it taken so long for her to find this out? If she had known, she would have probably gotten rid of this ache in between her legs a long time ago, probably when she had met