As he says the words, I know them. I have always known them. I was one who became two: Lucy, with her childhood memories, and Rain, whose life was with Nico and Free UK. The pieces of the puzzle slot in together. Lucy was made to be right-handed: she wouldnt cooperate, so Nico forced her to be. Rain was left-handed. And how Slating is done depends on handedness: memory access is hemisphere dominant, and linked to handedness. But who was I when I was Slated?
Even with a wound through his gut, Eriss lip curled.Cassian snarled his warning.
I only removed the glamour Id kept on myself these weeks. With the sleeve of my jacket and shirt gone, there was nothing but smooth skin where that wound had been. Smooth skin that now became adorned with swirls and whorls of ink. The markings of my new title—and my mating bond.Luciens face drained of color as he strode for us, stopping a healthy distance from Azriels side.I am High Lady of the Night Court, I said quietly to them all.
Even Eris stopped sneering. His amber eyes widened, something like fear now creeping into them.Theres no such thing as a High Lady, one of Luciens brothers spat.
A faint smile played on my mouth. There is now.
And it was time for the world to know it.Today is my birthday. I was born seventeen years ago today, but Im the only one who knows.
Goose bumps trail on my arms. I know the date of my real birthday, not the one assigned at hospital when my identity was changed, my past stolen.My birthday? I probe at the concept, but there is nothing else. No cake, no parties or presents; the fact of the date is all there is. Memories that should go with it do not. Yet I sense there is more inside me, more I might find and learn, if I probe around.
Some of my recovered memories are like cold facts. As if Ive read a file about myself, and remember certain bits of it and not others. There is no feeling in it.I know from the missing children website that I was Lucy, that I disappeared when I was ten, but I cant remember anything of that life. Then somehow I reappear in my teens with Nico. It is only from then on that memories are stealing back; there is nothing from before.