Mikelos settled onto the ground next to Victory. “But this time, you remembered?”
“Maybe? But even as I was there, I didn’t know who I was. I didn’t know the woman I was with.” The woman Victory failed to save.
Syri rested against another pillar. “The walls can be thin here.”
“But why wouldn’t she know who she was, if it was a memory?” Jarimis asked.
“Perhaps it was not a memory.”
Ahn seemed nonplussed, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if she itched to be on the move again. Something about the diminutive, ancient woman drew all attention every time she deigned to speak. “If the walls are thin here, perhaps you simply saw what the shadows wanted you to see.”
Much as she wished to never revisit the scenario again, Victory pored over her memories. “No, it was real. But
