Page 38 of Midnight Between Us
A mole?
Is that what she is?
I believed she was the one who brought me back.The one who sat by my bed, whispering my name when everything else had gone dark.The voice that carved out a lifeline when I had nothing to hold on to.
Now, it sounds like a lie.
A silence follows.Long enough for me to count heartbeats.
Then another voice breaks through—colder.Commanding.“Enough.”
“Fucking Crait Quantum Shield and their damn secrets,” the voice that I recognize but is not as familiar snaps.“Gil got everyone spinning in circles while he pulls strings nobody sees.”
Crait what?Who’s Gil?
The words don’t mean anything to me, but they strike with impact anyway.Like I should know what they mean.Like I did once, before my mind went blank and the world got wiped clean.
The voices buzz in my skull, a low-grade hum of betrayal and half-truths.I want to shut them out.But I can’t.They’re chiseling something loose, tearing at the corners of my memory.
“She didn’t deny working with the Syndicate,” Malerick snarls.
“Because she can’t.”
My fingers curl into fists, knuckles white against the blanket.What Syndicate?What the hell are they accusing her of?
All I know—all I think I know—is that ...I forgot everything.Did someone try to kill me?Somehow, that sounds true.It seems like the woman who put me back together might be the reason I was broken in the first place.
The thought leaves me gutted.
My leg is braced, the pain throbbing under the pressure like a warning.My head spins with a dull hum.I’m not strong enough to move, to confront, to demand answers.All I have is my ears and the pieces of myself they’re stitching together.
Her voice comes again, closer now.Clearer.
“I’m a doctor.I patch up criminals.I keep agents alive.I monitor threats no one else sees.”
It doesn’t sound like a confession.
It sounds like a resignation.
Like someone tired of justifying what they’ve done.
My pulse trips.
Am I the threat?
Is that what I’ve been this whole time—something she’s monitoring?Not saving, not helping.Just ...studying.Watching.Making sure I don’t remember too much too fast.
My stomach rolls.
“At least confirm it’s Keir.”
The name lands hard in my chest.
Keir.
Everything inside me locks up at once, like someone yanked the oxygen straight out of the room.My body goes still, and my brain scrambles to catch up.
Is that me?
