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"Well I'm just glad you didn't get yourself destroyed in the process," Jordan says. It feels almost like a scolding, but there's a warmth of genuine concern there—she was afraid you'd meet final death, and truth be told, you could have. Jordan shakes her head. "What am I worrying about anyway? We have unfinished business still, you and I."

"Mekuztli, Jordan!" Qui barks. "Get over here!" Both of you return to the Sheriff's side as Vivian pushes away her meal—the mortal has gone white from lack of blood, but he's still breathing. Barely. Vivian blinks absently, her eyes unfocused, chin, face, and hair matted with blood from the frenzied feeding. She doesn't say a word, just stares at the three of you as the two mortals struggle to keep themselves conscious, choking in deep, ragged breaths.

Qui gets on his knees and looks into the Primogen's eyes. "Vivian. You're in your home. You're back with me. Do you remember what happened? We'll find who did this to you and punish them, but we need a name. A description. Anything."

"Who?" Vivian croaks. "Who are you?"

The Sheriff's Adam's apple bobs nervously as he swallows a confused response. "Sheriff Qui, ma'am. You know me well."

"You are…familiar," she drones. It sounds like she's just remembering how to speak after years spent mute. "What are you doing in my home?"

"You were attacked, Vivian. Do you remember who did this to you?"

She looks down at her arms. The wounds are mostly mended with a few errant flaps of bloody skin still pulling themselves together. She growls in frustration. "Why are you calling me Vivian?"

Jordan gives you a puzzled look but remains silent, not daring to interrupt.

"Because it's your name," Qui says, true concern finally showing on his face. "Are you alright? This may be more serious than a staking. Something's been done to your mind."

"I," Vivian pauses and you can almost see her trying to think as her eyes dart this way and that. Finally she closes them. "I see a face when I close my eyes. Hear a name. At first I thought it was who I am, but now I'm not so sure."

"Who?" Qui asks, almost desperate at this point. "It may have been the last face you saw as they did this to you."

Vivian opens her eyes. "My name…isn't Eden Corliss?"

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