“That’s impossible.” He lifts his hands, as though ready to cup my face. “Let me see.” The shock of what he intends to do has me stumbling backward. How have I forgotten that his signet allows him to see others’ memories? But if I let him see my memory of Amber’s participation, it will also show him that I stopped time, and I can’t let that happen. I shake my head and take another step back. “Give me the memory,” he orders.
dain i will cut you
