Chapter 11: Loss

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"Cara, Maria, how do you feel?" He asked as he sensed she was coming to.

His mate's eyes fluttered open. She tilted her head to the side quizzically, looking at him with eyes that were far too empty to his liking. "I'm sorry, but do we know each other?"

"I'm not exactly in the mood to joke around, cara," he sighed as he raised his hand to caress her face.

Only instead of allowing him, she drew back from him and glared at him. "I do not like your tone, mister. And my name's Maria not cara."

Blake frowned at that, before a string of Italian curses spilled from his mouth.

And she looked even more at loss.

He could read her mind. She was genuinely confused and clueless. She had forgotten all about him. About them.

"Jeremiah," he called out, an icy calm settling over him. "I need to bring some friends. You are to guard her, personally. Should anything happen to her, I'll have your head. Is that clear?"

"Crystal clear, your highness." Jeremiah didn't even have the guts to question him about these friends.

"Who are you?" She asked anew as she tilted her head quizzically.

Her words stabbed him and made his dead heart bleed.

He would kill Kyle, if it was the last thing he had to do on earth.

But first, he needed to save her from death, to make her remember. What better way to do that than bringing familiar faces?

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"Who are you? Where am I?" Maria questioned without relenting as soon as the impossibly handsome man she had woken up to left the room. She tried to leave as well, to seek answers from the man who didn't look familiar in the least but for whom she felt a deep longing, but the grim man whom the former had instructed to guard her for some reason, wouldn't let her leave.

"My name's Jeremiah," was his response.

"Well, Jeremiah," she tested his name on her tongue, "care to tell me where I am?"

"It is not my place to tell you, princess," he retorted calmly, undisturbed.

"Please don't call me princess. I never liked the endearment," she grimaced.

"I wasn't..." he stammered, looking puzzled before regaining his composure.

"Why won't you let me leave? And who was that man?" She asked anew, but the man was unwilling to sate her curiosity.

He remained silent. Thus, to occupy herself, she started to look around the beautiful although way too spacious room.

Who lived in such a luxurious place? Definitely not her, or did she?

If she didn't live here, then what might have brought her here? Hell, Jeremiah sounded too posh with his thick accent, and looked a tad bit too distinguished with his smart dress shirt and his trousers. Who was he?

The more she tried to think about what might have happened to her before she woke up in this unfamiliar bed, the more confused she was.

She gave up after a small while and decided to go on the balcony. Jeremiah followed her without breathing a word while she soliloquized, "Could it be possible that I was abducted? But I don't remember getting kidnapped. What happened to me? Where am I?" She then shifted her gaze to Jeremiah's figure and told him coldly, "For a guard, you sure don't look the part."

She wanted to get a rise out of him, make him reveal something. To her chagrin, it didn't work. The man only shook his head at her. "Kids nowadays," she heard him mutter.

"I'm eighteen, I'm not a kid." She rolled her eyes at him. 


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