I hesitated. My heart thumped against my ribs as I gathered the courage to speak. “You said I reminded you of someone you knew.”
For a moment, her hands froze midair, and a shadow passed over her eyes. Something dark, almost like memory or pain, and I felt a chill creep along my spine. I swallowed hard. “Yes,” she said finally, her voice low. “You do look like someone I know.”
I leaned back slightly, the firelight flickering across the rough wooden walls and casting shadows across the shelves lined with jars of dried herbs and small trinkets. “Well, a second person just yesterday said I reminded them of someone too,” I added.
Nora’s brow furrowed, her lips pressing together as if the thought required careful weighing. “Hmm,” she said finally. “Who said that?”
My pulse quickened. “Lord
