Vinorca Jona POV

My eyes narrowed as I looked toward the person who had called my name, and I was totally unable to recognize the man standing in front of me. His face didn't trigger anything. No memory. No familiarity. Nothing.

How does this man know my name? Do I know him?

It was all confusion, and I knew it showed plainly on my face. I was damn sure about that.

"Who?"

"Aren't you Vinorca?" he asked.

I nodded, because sure, I was. But that wasn't the question here. Who was he? That was the part that mattered.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Panic had already started creeping...