Adriel POV
“Either?” I ask, keeping my voice dead level.
I don’t move from the edge of the bed. My eyes lock onto hers, watching the tiny flicker of panic in her pupils.
“I don’t know why I said that.” Betty shifts back an inch. Her knuckles whiten against the sheets.
“That is okay.” I force a smooth, slow smile.
I lean forward, closing the distance between us before she can pull away. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her chest against mine in a tight grip. My heart thumps hard against her ribs. I need her to feel the weight of my body. I need her to stay still.
“I know it’s your fault that I don’t have any memories.”
The whisper hits my ear like cold water.
I snap my spine straight and push her backward. Her shoulders hit the headboard with a dull thud.
“How?” The word cu
