Mia stared at him, acidic rage starting to burn in the pit of her stomach. “You’re going to kill Korum and erase my memory to make me forget him?”
“No, Mia dear,” Saret said, smiling. “I wouldn’t be that cruel to you. I will erase your memory first. That way, you won’t feel anything when he dies. I don’t want to put you through that kind of trauma, you see. Painful memories like that are the hardest to get rid of, and the last thing I’d want is to give you nightmares that linger in your subconscious—”
“You’re insane,” Mia said, her anger growing by the second. She welcomed the feeling because it helped clear the fog of terror from her brain. “You really think that’s a mercy, invading my brain like that? And why do you care about me, anyway? You’re about to murder fifty thousand Krinar wi
