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She was reborn as a fragile human. Powerless. Cursed to live and die small, but her soul still carries the ashes of The Betrayal.
Shyla doesn't know who she used to be. She doesn't remember the fire, the betrayal, or the prince who kissed her with tenderness in his eyes and then pushed her into the flames himself. The curse that the king placed on her has erased everything - a final cruelty, a punishment worse than death. Now she is supposed to live and die small, powerless, never knowing what was stolen from her.
But souls don't forget so easily. Curses don't erase the deepest wounds. And the man who destroyed her - he has waited centuries for her to return.
When he finds her again. He comes soft. Gentle. His eyes hold the same unbearable tenderness that once made her believe she was safe. He looks at her like she is the only thing in the world he has ever cared for.
And Shyla, with no memory of what he did, feels it - a pull. A strange, magnetic, terrifying pull toward this stranger who makes her heart ache for reasons she cannot understand. He stirs something ancient beneath her skin. Something that recognizes him before her mind ever can.
But this time, the game is not the same.
Because her soul has been silent but... Fragments are slipping through the cracks of her curse - whispers of fire, a scream that isn't hers, the ghost of a kiss that ended in agony. And the man who holds her so gently in this life is keeping secrets far darker than the ones she's starting to remember.
He thinks he's reclaiming what belonged to him. He thinks she'll never truly wake up. But Shyla's soul has been carrying his sin across centuries. And when the full memory crashes down - when she finally remembers the flames, the fall, the promise she made with her dying breath - she will look into those same tender eyes and make him pay for every life he took from her.