*Noah*
I woke up about an hour before dawn once again, pushing myself out of bed, despite the fatigue I was feeling from avoiding Zara. I glanced at her sleeping form briefly, stunned momentarily by the way the moonlight seemed to dance in her golden tresses. I shook my head hard, turned away from her, and started getting ready for the day.
Fragmented memories continued to return to me. They were much the same as the previous ones, but I wasn't getting any closer to figuring out the disturbing mystery of Zara's supposed other mate or whether the baby she was nurturing within her was truly mine.
I spent the day wrestling with the snippets that kept playing over and over in my mind. About half of them were pleasant images of Zara, smiling up at me or sharing deep conversations with me.
