"I cursed you because I was afraid, Ronan," she whispered, her fingers curling into the fabric. "But I kept coming back because I couldn't stay away from you." Something primal in me roared to life at her words. My hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back. Her gasp was my undoing. I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moan. She tasted like iron from her split lip and something sweeter underneath that drove me mad. I bit down, and she arched against me with a broken sound, her nails scoring my shoulders through my shirt.
Chapter 1 Forgotten In The Moonlight
Ronan's POV
"Who am I?"
The question clawed its way out of my throat the second my eyes flew open. But before the words even settled in the air, there was this cold that hit me.
Not the kind of cold that nips at your skin. No, this was even deeper. Very Colder. Like frozen fingers had reached inside my chest and wrapped themselves around my bones, squeezing my chest until my breath came out in ragged clouds.
I was naked. I mean stark naked.
My bare back pressed into the damp earth, and the wet soil was seeping into my skin. The scent of pine needles and rotting leaves was so thick that I could taste it. It was earthy and bitter on my tongue. My vision swam, and blurring at the edges. And my head? It pounded like someone had taken a hammer to my skull and left it cracked open.
Where the hell am I even at?
I pushed myself up on shaky arms, and my muscles screaming like they hadn't been used in years. My hands were even caked with dirt, and my nails crusted with something dark and flaking. This is Blood? My blood? I didn't know. I didn't remember.
The forest around me was silent.
It was too silent.
No chirping birds. No rustling leaves. Not even the whisper of wind through the branches. It was like the world had been sucked dry of sound, leaving only the heavy weight of the night pressing down on me.
The moonlight cut through the trees in jagged streaks, painting everything in shades of silver and black. Shadows stretched long and twisted, like claws reaching for me. My breath came too fast, too loud in the unnatural quiet.
And then, I saw a human.
I saw her. A woman.
She stood a few feet away, watching me like I was a wild animal about to pounce. Maybe on her.
She was dressed in black leather, the kind that clung to every curve, hugging her body like it had been sewn onto her skin. The kind that made my fingers twitch with the urge to touch, to see if she was as soft as she looked.
But then I saw the dagger.
Silver, sleek, hanging loosely in her grip. The blade caught the moonlight in flashes, it was sharp enough to slit a man's throat before he even felt the cut.
And yet, there was something in her.
It was her eyes that held me still.
That Green eyes of her.
It was not just green but wild green. The color of deep forests and stormy seas. It was sharp. And knowing. It was familiar in a way that made my chest ache like I had been stabbed and forgotten the wound.
Do I know her?
I tried to speak, but my throat was kind of raw, shredded, like I had been screaming for hours. When the words finally came out, they sounded wrong. It was rough, guttural, and barely human.
"Who are you?"
She didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. She just stared at me with those piercing eyes of hers, like she was waiting for something.
"You don't remember?"
Remember what?
My mind was empty. No past. No name. Just this moment with this woman watching me like I was a puzzle she couldn't solve.
"No," I admitted, the word tasting sour on my tongue.
She exhaled, long and slow, like she had been holding her breath for years.
"I'm Eve."
Eve.
The name jolted through me like lightning. I knew it. I Knew her. But how?
Before I could ask, she spoke again, her voice now dropping low, like a secret.
" It seems like you're cursed, Ronan."
Ronan.
That was my name. It fit, even if I couldn't remember ever hearing it before.
"Cursed?" I repeated, fingers curling into fists. "What the hell does that mean? Who would even do that?"
She took a careful step closer, just out of reach. " I don't know Ronan but all I know is that It means every sunrise, your memories disappear. You would wake up like this , lost, and confused, with no idea who you are...... It has been weeks I kept my eyes on you"
A harsh laugh tore from my throat. "That's very insane."
But even as I said it, dread settled in my gut. Because I didn't remember. Not even a damn thing.
Eve's gaze never wavered. " Like now, you woke up naked in the woods. And you don't even know how you got here. And right now..." She tilted her head, studying me. "You're trying to decide if you want to kiss me or kill me instead, Ronan."
My breath hitched.
She wasn't wrong. But how did she know.
Oh! she has been watching.
Every instinct in me screamed two things at once
Danger.
And mine.
I stepped forward, my bare feet sinking into the damp earth. "Prove it," I growled. "Prove to me that I'm cursed."
Her lips parted to say something.
But before she could answer, a scent hit me.
It was sharp. And wrong.
It was like rust and poison.
My head snapped up, my nostrils flaring to capture the smell perfectly.
We weren't alone.
Eve must've seen the change in my expression because her eyes widened. "Ronan-"
I moved before she could finish.
One second, she was standing there. The next, my arm hooked around her waist, yanking her against my chest just as something whizzed past her head.
THUNK.
An arrow buried itself deep in the tree behind us, as the shaft still quivering.
My blood went cold.
Someone just tried to kill her.
And I had no idea why.
But my grip tightened around her, and pulling her closer.
"Don't make a sound, Eve."
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