He froze. His gaze, electric green, raked over her. The intimacy of it made her feel utterly exposed, as if he knew all her secrets. As if he’d seen straight down into the darkest corners of her soul. His eyes flicked back up to hers and now they were wide and horrified. His expression turned horrified, too. He whispered, “The spirit vine. It wore off, didn’t it?”
He took another step toward her, hand outstretched, and Jack did the only thing she could think to do. She screamed.
“What do you mean, she doesn’t remember anything?” said Xander, confused.
“Just what I said!” shouted Hawk, red-faced. “She doesn’t remember a thing!”
“Inaccurate,” said Jacqueline between gritted teeth. “I remember my name, my age, where I’m from, and what I do for a living. The pertinent facts are intact. I j
