Chapter 116-1
Kiana
Clair
With a groan, Troy raked his hand through my hair and kissed me deeply. “Say it again, Kiana. I need
to hear it again. I need to know that you remember me.”
“I remember you. I love you. I’ve been an idiot for being too scared to tell you. I don’t even know if this counts as telling you. What if you’re just something else weird that my mind has made up?”
“I am definitely here,” he chuckled. “Four witches are basically streaming my conscious through the mating bond, so my body is still there. Your wolf is here. I don’t know why you can’t feel her.”
The absence of my wolf reminded me of how dire this situation was. I turned my head and studied the scene. My mother stood in the living room, fury on her face. I couldn’t believe she was here. That I could finally remember her.
And that she seemed to be actively working against us.
So I ignored her. Instead, I wrapped Troy’s hand in mine. I didn’t want to lose him again. “I don’t know how to get out of here, but I don’t want you trapped in here with me.”
“Lunessa said that your magic is keeping you trapped here. You have to harness it and find your
way out.”
“My what now? Troy, I don’t have any magic. I’m a wolf.”
“But your mother is a witch and she comes from a family of nulls. That ability has turned you into something incredibly special. Half wolf and half witch, but your magic has been locked away. They think only a witch who shares your DNA could have done it. I’m guessing your mother.”
No wonder I’ve never felt whole. “Why?” I demanded as I whirled around. “Why would you do this?!”
But she wasn’t there anymore. Furiously, I ran through the house, pulling Troy with me, but even though I checked every room, bathroom, and closet, I knew she was gone. “My parents are real peaches, aren’t they?”
“We’ll find you a really good therapist once we get out. This is your world, Kiana. I’m just magically crammed into it. You can find the escape. Maybe we could just walk out?”
We walked back to the front of the house, and I studied the door. It looked real. “If I open that door, you’ll leave. You’re not part of the memory, but it’s not my way out. Maybe I have to finish the
memory?”
We walked back into the living room, and I stared down at Ragor.
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“He looks so different,” I said quietly. “Content. Calm. Not a homicidal maniac. He takes me and my wolf out running every night, and he tells me not to worry that she seems so small. He can tell
that she’s fierce.”
Tears filled my eyes. “What happened to him? Is this a false memory? Something my mind has created to protect me from the reality? He loves me here.”
“All right,” Ragor said suddenly as he stood. His arms mimed lifting something and cuddling it against his chest.
Me. He’s holding five-year-old me. “Story time is over!”
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Just one more page. Please.”
“Tomorrow night, if you’re able to sleep tonight. Just remember that monsters aren’t real, and even if they are, I’ll always protect you.”
I closed my eyes. “There is no way this is real. Okay, so he’s going to put me to bed, and then I go to sleep. And then…”
“Kiana,” Troy said urgently. “Open your eyes, baby.”
I sensed the shadows before I even opened my eyes. Darkness. “I’ve done this before,” I whispered. “Only, I can’t remember. I know you’re not usually here for it, so I guess that means you are real. We have to find a way out before the house falls to the darkness. I can’t go through the door. Let’s try a window.”
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