"Your father is a much more vicious man than he lets on," Morpheus said, twisting his hands together in front of him. "You know those memories you lost so long ago? Those memories you wish that you could recall, but never can?" He paused, and his eyes narrowed. "Your father took them from you."
"What?" Lysandra exploded. "You're lying! My father would never do that!"
"How can you be so sure?" Morpheus asked. "You have no memories of your father - except the one in which he shot Corinna."
Lysandra felt her breath catch. He was right.
I wasn't aiming for her, Simon had said.
"And you remember the moment that happened a split second after he took your memories, don't you?" Morpheus continued.
She did. Her father, agony etched on his face, blood on his mouth, hands outstretched. A man wi
