Cassian's POV
"Stop lying!" I grabbed Original Lyanna by the shoulders before anyone could stop me. "I never killed you! I would remember killing someone!"
She didn't move. Just smiled that terrible smile. "Would you? Tell me, Prince. Do you remember being born? Your first steps? No? Then why would you remember a life from three thousand years ago?"
"Because murder isn't something you forget!" My dragon roared inside me, confused and angry. It recognized her scent—that same addictive smell that had drawn me to Modern Lyanna. My beast knew her, even if I didn't.
"Let me help you remember." Original Lyanna put her hand on my chest, right over my heart.
Pain burst through me.
Images filled my mind like a dam breaking. Not memories—I couldn't call them memories because they felt like someone else's life. But they were mine.
