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“It’s how you differentiate between reality and a hallucination, Duchess. Pain means it’s real. Lack of pain means it’s a sick game playing in your head.”

My mouth drops open. “How…how do you know that?”

“I know a lot of things about you, but most important of all, I know you didn’t get your mission done, Lia.”

“I’m not Lia,” I mutter. For the first time, the words feeling insincere.

“Yes, you are, Duchess.”

“No. The real Lia is lying in bed, staring at nowhere.”

He raises a brow. “Is she real, though? Did you test your pain?”

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth and I force it down as I murmur, “No. I’m not Lia. I’mWinter.”

“You really believe that shit, don’t you? Just how far have you gone this time?”

“It is real,” I snap. “I’m not Lia.”

He leans over to whisper, “Then how did you help me with Adrian’s assassination attempt a year ago? The nightmare you saw me in? Yeah, that was a memory, Duchess.”

I shake my head frantically, not wanting to hear this, not wanting to let the influx of energy that’s flowing through my veins hit my head.

My limbs tremble and I’m terrified of what that influx will bring.

“I’m Winter. My name is Winter Cavanaugh and—”

A flashback hits me so hard, my words die in my throat.

I’m standingin the middle of a church, murmuring “I do” as I stare up at Adrian. He’s in a tux that makes him tenfold more handsome while I’m wearing a white wedding dress.

His strong hand wraps around my nape as he pulls me against his chest. “You’re mine now, Mrs. Volkov.”

His lips meet mine in all consuming kiss that robs my breaths.

I don’t kiss him back.

All I think about is how to finish his life.

I gaspas I’m thrust back to the present.

“Do you remember now?” Luca asks. That’s his name. Luca. My partner in all of this.

And I do remember.

It’s true.

My name is Lia. Lia Volkov.

TO BE CONTINUED

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