FIA
I frowned. "About what exactly?"
He tilted his head, studying my face like the answer mattered more than it should have. "You really don't remember me?"
I blinked. The question landed wrong, not heavy exactly, just misplaced, like something meant for another version of me. My eyes drifted past him before I could stop myself, to where my father stood with the elders as they gathered their things and spoke in low, tired voices. He was watching us.
His expression sat somewhere between confusion and surprise, like he hadn't expected to look up and find me talking to anyone at all, least of all someone like this.
Pauline Strati stood a short distance away. The moment I saw her face, my stomach tightened. There was a sharpness in her eyes that made my skin prickle. The kind that came before bloodshedding.
I looked back at the boy in front of me.
"Am I supposed to?"
