Helena's POV
The ancient sanctuary walls blur back into focus around me. Stone and shadow hold the weight of centuries, preserving memories that belonged to another woman in another life. Aria's memories. Not mine.
The love between them had been absolute, consuming everything in its path. They chose each other over the world itself, watching kingdoms fall as long as they could remain together.
It was the kind of devotion every woman dreams of finding. Through each reincarnation, Aria sacrificed herself for him, and every single time, he begged her to choose differently.
Victor stands mere feet away, his dark eyes wounded and desperate. I have no idea how long I was trapped in those visions. It could have been hours or heartbeats.
The truth hangs heavy in the air between us, hitting me with more force than any physical blow ever could.
