“Confusion is normal during memory reintegration.”
Memory reintegration.
Oh my God.
The migraines.
The missing pieces.
“They erased my memory.”
The realization comes out in a whisper.
Wu’s expression never changes.
“We protected you from traumatic instability.”
“That’s not an answer!”
My voice cracks violently through the tunnel.
And suddenly memories hit again—
white rooms.
Needles.
A woman screaming somewhere nearby.
My own voice crying—
“Please don’t make me forget again—”
I gasp hard enough to stumble.
Clay catches me immediately.
Always there.
Always catching me.
Wu notices.
Of course, he notices.
“You bonded faster than anticipated,” he murmurs almost to himself.
Russ steps forward now, weapon raised fully.
“I’m done listening to this psycho analyze people.”
Wu barely glances at him.
“You’re emotionally escalating because you already understand the tactical problem.”
Russ’s jaw tightens.
Oh God.
