Chapter Seventy

Saraid sat in the grass, staring out at the expanse of green fields that surrounded her home. Coffee in one hand and pen to paper in the other. Siphoning the spell James put on Liam had proven to be ineffective so she was practicing with spell writing. She refused to give up until she had tried absolutely everything possible.

“Deep in thought?” a familiar voice startled her.

She jumped and turned to be greeted by those piercing gray eyes that mirrored her own, “Huh? Oh, I’m just working on spells. I won’t give up on getting your memory back until I have exhausted every option.”

He took a seat beside her on the grass and stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankles as he always does and leaned his head back as if he were soaking up the rays of the morning sun.

“I cannot deny that a part of me wants to remember what you tell me of our life together. All I have ever craved in my life was to fall in love with a woman who loves me in return.”

“There’s a part of you that doesn’t want