Page 21 of The Huntress and the Blood Moon

Carmen’s brows bunch, and her head throbs. “You don’t know who you are?”

She shakes her head. “Not a clue. I mean, I think I know my name, but I don’t remember anything before the last three days.”

“What happened three days ago?”

“I woke up chained in that room.”

Carmen considers. “You have no memory at all? Nothing?”

“Nope,” she says, a small smile playing on her lips. Like the mystery of her life is a fun puzzle to be solved, an adventure to be had. “Just that my name is Ruby . . .” she looks down at the ground, “at least I think it is.”

Carmen groans, squeezing her eyes shut.

This wasnotpart of the plan.