I cut Seth off. “I don’t remember. Why can’t I recall it?”
“If you let me finish, I was going to say the potion has caused some memory loss we need to fix.”
Great. Just what I wanted to hear.
Asher knew…
I did this to my brother…
A double whammy of grief and betrayal hit, both wagging mocking fingers like a pair of vicious kids.
But where was my rage? Had the changes inside me pushed it out of the nest? No. Tiny flickers remained, overwhelmed by this unresponsiveness.
Asher knew…
Seth knew…
Hmmm.Was this a test, Seth sticking the knife in? Oh, yes. He wanted to be the first to tell me, to turn me against Asher. I saw right through this.
“I’m telling you the truth,” the weaver spoke.
I knew he was. Deep in my bones, I knew I’d done this to Finn. More distant hints, tiny lights in the holes of my mind.
I did this. I did this. I did this.
Screw Seth’s games. I’d show him my control, my levelheadedness. Make it known that nothing would touch me, that I was evolving minute by minute. A greater weapon than he could imagine, so much better than he gave me credit for.
My heart broke like a vase on a marble floor. Again. It’d already shattered on the rocks.
No screaming. No tears. Only the constant bite of grief but with slightly sharper teeth.
I would never hurt you on purpose.
Losing my mind didn’t help my brother. Wielding my new powers properly did, granting me resistance against grief’s wild currents. I clung harder to hope, ready to face the world.
I’ll make it right.
“How are you feeling? Your stats are stable.”
My stats? Was there a monitor in here?
Asher knew…
“Did you hear me, Luke?”
Fuck off.“I heard you.”
“Well?”
“I’m feeling like Idon’twant to blow up the tower.”
He sighed. “Don’t make jokes.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Well? How are you feeling?”
“Numb.”