We need to get rid of the devil's seed

Rhys grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight.

"This isn't crazy talk," he said, his eyes full of madness, "This is about your past life, the life you've forgotten. You were Sylvia, and you might not remember anything, but I do. I haven't forgotten anything about us, your promise, and your love for me..." 

"Don't worry, I don't blame you for not remembering." His eyes held a desperate kind of light. "I'm not giving up on us."

"There is no us," I spar out coldly, "I am Amara!" 

However, my words didn't even reach his ears. He completely ignored my words as if I weren't talking to him but to the air around us. He leaned in, whispering, "We need to go somewhere far away, where no one can find us. This time, I won't let him take you."

"We'll be happy, the three of us—you, me, and your brother Ethan," he added, pulling me into a hug, his arms squeezing me tightly.