“You told me the phrase once. I just confused who originally said it.” Her pulse fluttered again with the words, making me frown.
Does that mean she’s lying?
But why would she lie about that?
Perhaps I was wrong and misread this female entirely.
Or maybe those fluctuations were what kept me so intrigued by her.Is that why I erected this mental wall? Because my inability to read her amuses me?
With those thoughts whisking through my mind, I pulled up the application that would allow me to call the kitchen—something I had yet to do since awakening. But Michael had shown me the protocol, just in case.
“Let’s see how right you are about my tastes, Ismerelda,” I said as I pressed the button to page someone in the kitchen. “I’m very much looking forward todessert.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
IZZY
It’s Cam.MyCam.
Because there was no way anyone else could have known about Cronus’s final words before resting.
OnlymyCam would know that phrase. Or rather, who had said it.
Yet this man wasn’t like my Cam at all.
“One of those side effects is the loss of inconsequential memories, such as favorite foods or details regarding meaningless relationships.”
The implication in those words had resembled a knife to my chest. He’d essentially said I didn’t mean anything to him and that was why he couldn’t remember me.
But I knew deep down that wasn’t true. There had to be another explanation. One that didn’t involvesleepingsince I knew that wasn’t what he’d been doing.
However, he clearly thought that was the cause. He obviously had no idea what Lilith had actually done to him.
And my assumption regarding his brainwashing seemed spot-on, given how little regard he appeared to have for me as his mate.
At least he was amusing me with dinner—a dinner I wasverythankful he’d ordered preprepared.
Because I couldn’t cook to save my life.
Okay, that wasn’t true. I could cook. But not well. Which was somethingmyCam would know. My comments about being unable to prepare a meal as I normally would had been my way of examining his memory.
Although, it’d occurred to me while testing said memory that a Cam look-alike wouldn’t have known the difference either. So I’d dug deep for something only my Cam would know.
And he hadn’t even blinked.
This was my Cam.
But a Cam without memories of us.
Yet it was strange that he seemed to possess knowledge of modern dialogue patterns, computer skills—somethingIhad taught him—and other current mannerisms.
So he wasn’t stuck in the past, suggesting this wasn’t a simple case of amnesia.
It was more targeted somehow.
More specific.
To me.
