Kiss Me Like I Didn't Kill You

Ophelia
I shouldn’t have gone to that party.
Every instinct I had warned me not to, but I ignored it, and the cost was more than memory could bear.
The next morning, I woke covered in blood, bruised, and with no recollection of what had happened.
Now, back at St. Monarché, the Ferrum Syndicate has arrived.
And one of them, the one with midnight blue eyes, filled with too many emotions to make sense of—watches me as if I’m both his downfall and his obsession.
He loathes me. I can see it in every glance, and every breath.
But beneath that hatred lies something neither of us dares to name.
My mind may have forgotten him… but my body never did.

Arlo
Ophelia Bellanti.
The woman who destroyed my world, and doesn’t even remember doing it.
I came to make her pay.
To break her the way she broke me.
But she looks at me like I’m a stranger.
I can’t decide what’s worse, that she forgot… or that I never can.