Nasya's POV
The pounding of my heart echoed in my eardrums like war drums. This man... Before I lost my memory, he had occupied every corner of my mind. I used to secretly fantasize that if Zayn were my mate, I would be the happiest girl in the world. On my eighteenth birthday, when I discovered he truly was my fated mate, I had been ecstatic. But that joy hadn't even lasted a day before sorrow drowned it.
Since regaining my memories, I had revisited the past relentlessly—the carefree days with Elda, every nauseating second with Austin, my mother's resentment, even Mia and childhood events. But one thing I never allowed myself to remember was Zayn.
Zayn had been the last beautiful fantasy of my youth. The moment Penelope died, so did that dream.
I swallowed hard and turned my face away.
"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Penelope."
Zayn's jaw clenched. "Then who the hell are you? Don't fuck with me!"
"..."
I stayed silent.
