Amelia’s POV
Annette?
“I’m sorry,” I said. Instinctively, I took a step backwards. “You must have me mistaken for someone else. I’m Luna Amelia.”
“There’s no mistake,” the man said. His eyes were intense, his gaze solely focused on me. Hatred burned there, beside fury and anger.
I had a vague feeling that I knew him, just as I had felt before, but even now, even this close, nothing major triggered inside of me.
To me, I felt as if I had known him maybe in passing, but he mustn’t have had a major impact on my life in any way. Else, surely, being this close would have triggered a memory. Yet, with how vehemently he was glaring at me, had he known me better than I knew him?
“I’m not Annette,” I told him, trying to be firm but patient and kind, as a Luna would be.
“When we met the firs
