Nine
DARIUS
Ronan had nearly worn a groove in the living room floor with his incessant pacing, and if there weren’t so many warm bodies in the way, I might’ve joined him. It’d been hours since Gray and Haley had sequestered themselves in the guest room, and other than a muffled conversation early on, we’d heard nothing. Saw nothing. No news. No updates. No sign of success or trouble but the iridescent glow of magic leaking out beneath the gap at the bottom of the door.
A trickle of worry crept down my spine, but I refused to let it take hold. Refused to show even a fraction of outward concern. The others wouldn’t understand; in the wake of my memory loss, their claim on her heart felt much more legitimate than mine. But while my mind was unable to remember her presence in my life, some
