"What do you remember?" Eden asked, his eyes going wide and his lips thinning into a hard line.
My brows pulled together as I searched my mind for something, anything. "I don't know what I'm supposed to remember, Eden. Why won't you just tell me?"
"We can't," Austin said from behind Eden.
I stepped to the side so that I could glare at both of them. "And why can't you?"
Austin rolled his eyes as if he couldn't be bothered with explaining it. "Because, Harlow – if we tell you what you're supposed to remember, it could plant false memories."
"So you're both just going to torture me until I remember something I have no clue about?"
Austin shrugged and pulled out a chair to sit in while Eden stood there staring at me, still as a statue. "Yes, until torturing you proves fruitless. Though,
