C95 Chapter 95

Ryan’s fingers trembled as he held the delicate lingerie, the silky fabric triggering something deep within him. The scent that lingered on it was hauntingly familiar, stirring a sense of déjà vu so powerful that it sent a shiver down his spine.

As he pressed the fabric closer to his face, memories began flooding his mind in disjointed flashes.

There was a woman—a stripper