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“Promise me something, Killian?”
“I didn’t take the donuts,” little me mumbled. “I know Mom thinks I did. I usually do…”
“Yeah, that one was me.” He chuckled and kissed the mop of hair resting against his chest. “I’ll tell her tomorrow.”
“Okay. Then what?”
“Promise me you’ll keep fighting,” my dad whispered. “I know things are hard sometimes for you, but I don’t want you to give up. You’ve got me. You’ve got your mom. You’ve got your brothers. You’re not in this alone, kid.”
“Feels like it,” little me grumbled, earning another hard kiss on the head.
“I know, Killian, I know. Just know you’re not. When things get hard and the world is too loud, you can count on us. I can’t fight this fight for you—Lord knows I would in a heartbeat if I could. The world will always be a little harder for you, but don’t let that stop you. Keep fighting, Killian.”
Little me made a sound, completely indifferent to the words being said.
But me? I was trapped in an unexpected surge of emotions. Fuck, even back then he knew. I held my head in my hands, breathing deeply to control the onslaught.
“Do we have to go home?”
“Nah, we can stay out as long as you need to,” my dad said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
If only that were true.
They fell silent, and I sat with them. The drifting waves lapped at my waist, tugging at my clothes and soothing my soul. It didn’t take away the ache of knowing once I woke up, this would all be a vague memory I struggled to hold onto.
“You should know there are more things locked away in your head than you realize,” my dad said. I frowned. What the fuck?
I looked over at him. The young version of me was gone, leaving behind my dad. Only it wasn’t my dad. Not really. The black eyes were a dead giveaway.
“Lane.” I sighed. “Get the fuck out of my head, you dick.”
I diverted my gaze straight back to the horizons. Associating Lane with my dad wasn’t something I wanted.
“I’d fucking love to,” he replied. “I’ve been hopping around your memories for the last hour trying to figure out where the fuck you landed on this trip.”
“An hour?” I repeated. Fuck, I’d never been under so long.
“It’s annoying as fuck,” he snapped. “But I’m not the only source of magic in your fucking head, wolf boy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have a room in your head—a memory—locked away by magic. I want to open it.”
“Of course, you do,” I muttered. No fucking surprise there—though the magic in my head was a surprise. “Fine. Open the fucking door.”
He wasn’t entirely asking my permission. Lane didn’t quite work that way. Once he found something he wanted, he did it. Fuck everything and everyone.
“It’s going to hurt,” Lane said.
“Because why wouldn’t it.” I shrugged. “I already let you stab me in the heart. Just fucking do it before I change my mind.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before the waves reared up and grabbed me. I screamed as they dragged me into the darkness.
Chapter 91
Killian
She fucking stabbed me!” I exclaimed, bolting upright as the memories slammed into me. Wrong fucking move. I threw up, my entire stomach protesting the fast movement. “Fuck me.”
