Images flash behind my eyes, fragmented and wrong. Blood on my hands. Screaming that might have been mine. A room painted red.
I release Nathaniel and stagger back, pressing the heel of my hand against my forehead like I can physically push the agony away.
“There’s this itch in my head,” I hear myself say, and my voice sounds far away. “I don’t remember much about that night. But I know I won’t hurt Ember. I know I would never—”
“Are you so sure?” Nathaniel hasn’t moved from the wall, but his eyes are tracking me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. “If you’re so certain, then tell me, Knox. What happened that night? How much do you actually remember?”
The pain ROARS.
I hear myself make a sound that’s closer to an animal than a man, my knees nearly buckling as the headache spli
