Maisie
It was strange.
The only moments of clarity I had were when I finally slept. When the screaming heat and endless lust released their claws, my mind drifted into dreams so vivid they felt like memories playing in reverse.
I watched my entire life unfold from somewhere outside my body, like a detached observer cataloguing every moment, searching for something I couldn't name.
Ah, yes. A name.
I sifted through faces, voices, and feelings like a girl standing in front of a closet full of prom dresses. None of them felt right. Giving away my virginity—no, gifting it—in this state felt strangely sacred and profane at the same time. Like handing over a piece of myself I would never get back.
Lyon's face floated to the front of my mind.
