[Music recommendation: David Chappell - This Quiet Violence]
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"Then..." Her voice softened. "What happened to you?"
Gavriel took her hand and began lightly pressing his thumb against the tips of her fingers as he stared down at them before finally breaking his silence.
"Truthfully, even I don't know exactly what happened. I... don't have a large chunk of my memories, Ana."
He let out a sharp sigh. "All I remember is living my life as the chosen prince of the underworld, preparing to be crowned as the next ruler by my father. People looked up to me with the reverence owed to a devil."
His brows began to furrow, and Aliana could see him visibly struggling to recall his past.
