“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. Indignation lifts my chin. “Touch me without permission, and you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.” Surprise ripples over his features.
God he is the fucking worst
