“Yeah . . . the memento of the spell. It’s real, and apparently she knows about it,” Veronica said, wincing through the fire of the rye.
“What’s the memento?” Ben asked.
“Memories can’t be destroyed,” Veronica answered, swigging again, then offering the bottle to the rest of them. Only Zev took her up on the offer. “We might forget them, but they don’t break. This memento in particular holds all of the old memories.”
“How do you know?” Alistair asked.
“Because I made it.”
“What do you mean, you made it?”
“Not directly. It was created after I did what I did. Marjory wasn’t lying. I did this. I broke the world. I’m the one who took your memories away, and no, I can’t tell you why.”
“Yeah. That’s not good enough,” Alistair snapped back.
Ben interceded. “No, she means she literally can
