CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
DARIUS
Who the heck was Darius McCallister? Why did it feel like I was him?
Darius McCallister? Why?
The girl touched me, and a flood of memories that weren't mine filled my head.
“Stop!” I shouted, stepping away from her.
*‘Wash the dishes properly!’ A fat woman chopping onions at monster speed said, while I stood with the plates whimpering, my knuckles peeled and bleeding. The woman threw a plate, and it shattered on my head.*
“Ah!” I moved farther away from the girl, and in my head, another memory stood out.
*‘Just take me!’ I screamed, and the rogue King, whose face was mine, slashed my neck, and I fell to the ground. The pain and disoriented feeling too much to bear.*
Why was I having her memories? Why was my own face fading in my head?
“Get away from
