“Take this one,” I whispered, drawing forth a different memory. A morning, one much like any other, sitting in the loft of the Mirage. I had been counting money. I had been telling Hayden… Been telling Hayden… I gasped, a sudden, sharp, shooting pain at my temple. It was there and then gone again. Wait. What had I just been thinking about?
OMG WHAT WAS THE MEMORY?
