Chapter 25

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"Alice!" Damien called my name out again, but I ignored him, continuing to storm off. I heard him start to follow me, but Zander's voice stopped him.

"Daddy, come on, I'm gonna be late for class." he whined and for a second, I looked over my shoulder to see Damien in the middle of the walkway, looking from me to his son before sighing and walking over to Zander. His dark eyes met mine, an unfamiliar expression swimming in them.

"Don't go far. I want to explain." Damien said, his eyes almost pleading for me to stay. I just stared at him and turned away, teleporting out of the castle. I ended up at a coffee shop not far from my job and I went in and sat down, running my hand through my hair angrily. How could I not have seen this earlier? Not a lot of people had white hair like Damien, besides his sister and mother, so that should've been a red flag.

But Damien said he didn't want any kids, which was why I didn't even think twice about Zander being his son. A bell ringing at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts and I turned, thinking it was Damien, but it was just a random man. I raised a brow as I took in the man's scent when he passed me.

He smelled like a human, but...something was off about him. His hair was cut low into a buzz cut, but his facial hair was grown out and neatly trimmed. He was obviously a redhead from the color of his beard. The leather jacket he wore fit his body nicely, and though he wasn't very muscular, you could tell he worked out often.

"What can I get you today, sir?" the barista asked when he walked to the counter. His green eyes flitted across the menu for a second before he ordered.

"Coffee. Black." he told her and I watched him pull out a few bills before she could tell him the price. "Keep the change." He turned around and his eyes landed on me almost immediately. They flashed with interest and for a second, I felt like I knew him.

"May I please have your name, sir?" The barista asked and he answered her while still locking eyes with me.

"Ramsey." He muttered before pushing himself off of the counter to walk towards me. I raised an eyebrow when he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He must laugh a lot. I thought to myself as he slid into the booth in front of me. "Well, well, well. Long time, no see. Your highness."

My body immediately tensed up, ready to fight. "Who are you?" I asked calmly, though I was coiled like a viper on the inside. He didn't smell like a rogue demon, but it didn't mean he wasn't a potential enemy. Ramsey narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.

"Very funny, Alice." Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping my chin, and he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened as I felt a cool sensation spread through my body like a smooth caress, and my body hummed with satisfaction. The coolness turned into heat when suddenly, images flashed through my mind like a movie reel.

They were of me and Ramsey in bed, tangled in different positions, bodies slick with the sheen of intense sex. The images continued until I felt as if my brain would explode. It switched to me and Ramsey smiling and laughing, hitting each other like old friends, the A branded on his wrist...

I pushed him back and gasped for air, confused at what just happened. When I looked at Ramsey, he looked different. Though he still had his buzz cut and facial hair, the leather jacket and dark jeans, everything was different. Because I knew him.

"What the hell just happened?" Ramsey asked, holding his head. He raised his eyes to me and the familiarity that resonated in them confirmed what I was thinking. I had gotten pieces of my memories back.

"How did you do that?" I whispered, trying to wrap my brain around who he was and what just occurred. The memories of us together kept replaying like a video and I knew they were memories because they felt like they belonged to me. But the key information that I needed was still missing. Like who he was to me. And who he was, period.

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