From Ashes To His Embrace

The cold barrel of a gun pressed against my head. I had one last call to save my life, and I chose her: my Issy.

But the woman who answered was a stranger. When I told her they were going to kill me, that her cousin Jordan had set me up, she was impatient.

"I have no time for this," she said, her voice like ice. "Jordan and I are finalizing our engagement party invitations."

Engaged. To the very man who wanted me dead. I pleaded with her, reminding her of our life together, of the memory loss from the treatment her family forced on her.