“I didn’t remember my parents’ death.”
This was a nightmare.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
~KIMBER~
Dorian ran a hand through his hair.
Danai offered me another cup of tea. “Are you feeling a little more collected?”
“I am.” I accepted the cup.
Elex hadn’t left my side in nearly twelve hours, and he looked just as frazzled as I felt.
We both needed to sleep.
Tymon walked back into the room holding a folder with dozens of papers inside that he paged through.
“The police dug up the reports for me, as quickly as they could,” he said, sitting down next to me. “They had archived them, so that’s why it took so long.”
“Anything interesting?” Lunella asked.
“Curiously, it’s obvious in these reports they were murdered. There’s no question about what happened.”
I dropped my face into my hands. “They messed with my mind.”
“I’m afraid so.” Tymon flopped the folder onto the table. “So the question then would be who had access to you immediately after their deaths?”
“And what was their motivation to keep those memories oppressed?” Danai asked.
I didn’t know how to feel or what to think. Someone had been in my brain, as a grown woman, and messed with my memories.
“Would you like one of the doctors to come and give you something to calm down?” Lunella considered me.
“If I need that, I’ll have a drink, instead,” I answered.
“Let me just take her back to her apartments.” Elex’s eyes had a pleading in them, and I knew he was worried about me.
Dorian’s finger waved a ‘no’ in the air between all of us. “All he’s going to do is take her home for a romp.”
“For your information, Master Dorian, this poor woman needs a long nap, and I’m the only one here who seems to actually care that she’s exhausted. She won’t be vertical much longer.”
Nodding, I curled into him. “Yes. He’s right. I need to sleep. Please. This has been open for forty-five years. It can wait another day or two.”
After a long pause, Dorian nodded to the others.
“Yes, it’s fine. We’ll deal with this later.”
“Thank you.” Elex stood and offered his hand to me so I could stand more easily.
I didn’t know what happened in the few seconds between his hand reaching out for me and the next time I opened my eyes to see the sky above me filled with billowing dust and the smell of rancid fire.
Coughing and trying to sit up, I discovered that I couldn’t hear much more than ringing in my ears.
Slowly, carefully, I turned my head to scan the area.
My neck was stiff, but nothing seemed to be broken in any way.
