Edmund's POV
Before I even realised it, my hand was already clinging on to her wrist. Not because I feared she might run away from the situation but it was me silently begging, hoping every single action I did would succeed in persuading her.
My eyes studied her body language searching for signs, be it hope or loss. I was already calculating in my head, assessing if I might have ruined all my chances but the thing I fear losing the most, was the little trust I have built so far.
"Am I hearing this right?" She asked. "Because it sounded as though you anticipated my memory loss, which is weird considering you were surprised I had three," she added and tilted her head to look in my direction.
