Ginnie’s P.O.V.
His words had hurt me more than those of the Queen. Why did he talk to me as if he didn’t know me?
Was he drunk?
Did something happen to him?
Was he under a spell?
As tears kept streaming down my cheeks like a river, I ordered myself to talk to him.
“Milo, it’s me, Ginnie, I am your mate.”
That was all I could say while I felt my body going into shock. I should be the most important person to him.
Why didn’t he remember me?
Did I mean this little to him that he was able to forget about me so easily? He was Milo for crying out loud, he was part of the prophecy of three! Even under a spell, he was one hell of a wizard. Shouldn’t he be able to be immune to spells or something? But my heartache only grew stronger as he kept looking at me.
Looking at me as if he h
