The House of Lost Names

Some truths are supposed to stay sealed.

Lisina Vray has spent her career keeping other people's memories in order - cataloging grief, filing testimony, deciding, with precise and merciless competence, what the law says a memory is worth. She has never once let a case get personal.

Then a single fragment crosses her desk: a stranger's drowning memory, a voice she shouldn't recognize, three words that don't belong to any file she's ever opened - *I'm in time.*

The fragment binds itself to her before she understands what it costs. An involuntary, forbidden link opens between her and Cam, a fellow Keeper - sharing sensation, feeling, the small unguarded truths neither of them meant to give away. It isn't supposed to be possible. It isn't supposed to be legal. And it isn't new: Cam has known about the bond, and what created it, for eleven years - and has spent every one of them making sure she never found out.

As the Ministry moves to sever the link before it can be discovered, and a man who wears Cam's face begins to surface from somewhere the bond was never meant to reach, Lisina has to decide what she's willing to risk for a truth she was never supposed to be trusted with: her career, her carefully controlled life, and a love that was never fully hers to refuse.

A slow-burn, dual-POV romantasy for readers who want their forbidden bonds aching rather than easy, their secrets load-bearing, and their happy endings earned one imperfect, deliberate choice at a time.