Chapter 5 His therapist removed her reading glasses and turned the easel toward Damien. On the canvas was a skeletal thin girl. Wearing a tattered red dress, face covered in dirt, but with eyes that burned impossibly bright. Damien's pupils contracted sharply. This wasn't Aria. The face was familiar, but he couldn't place who it was. His therapist asked hesitantly. 'Damien, do you really have no memory of this person at all?" Did she mean he actually knew this person? Seeing the regret in his therapist's eyes made Damien inexplicably irritated. This isn't Aria at all. How could I possibly know her?" His therapist sighed: But this person shared your bed for five years." The irritation in Damien's chest exploded. 'Impossible." He forced out the word through gritted teeth, snatching the painting. That's absolutely impossible!" His therapist tried to calm him: Damien, your subconscious doesn't lie. This might be what your heart truly remembers." NO!!" Damien roared, It was Aria saved me-it was always her!" He threw the painting down like it was burning him and stormed out. His car careened recklessly through traffic as he drove straight to Aria's apartment. Aria had just finished a private recital and was still in her elegant performance gown. Seeing him, she threw herself into his arms with delight. 'Damien! What brings you here?" Damien grabbed her wrist, his grip dangerously tight: 'Aria, tell me-back then, it really was you, wasn't it?" Aria's smile froze for an instant, then tears filled her eyes. "Damien, how can you ask me that? Don't you remember? I fell off that cliff to distract the traffickers. I still have the scar on my wrist." She started to roll up her sleeve. Damien immediately stopped her, his face flooding with guilt. Tm,sorry, Aria. I just... had a nightmare." Aria leaned against him, a flash of viciousness in her eyes even as her voice remained pitiful. "Did Luna say something to you again? She's always been jealous of me-copying my red dresses since we were kids, and now she wants to steal our past too." "Damien, don't believe her. She's completely obsessed." "I know." Damien held her tighter, his voice resolute, 'I won't let anyone hurt you again." The last trace of doubt in his eyes was completely extinguished by Aria's tears. Luna. That name was like a needle, stabbing him with irritation. He pulled out his phone and called Harold. 'Find Luna's current location." 'I'm going to make her pay for trying to replace Aria."