I fight the sickness that twists my gut because of the weird feeling inside my head. A thousand images flash through my mind as the witch searches for the right ones. I try to concentrate but I only make it worse, bringing up all the unnecessary memories.
In one moment, I’m laughing with my friends. In the next one, I’m arguing with Sheila during a class. Huh. I didn’t even remember this myself. My brain is storing so much unnecessary s**t. I think we’ll get to the memory soon enough, but no. I’m seeing myself failing the test of my ability of controlling blood magic. The test that the principal ordered after my latest unnecessary outburst of magic.
I see Jake’s face and his heated gaze as we’re about to kiss for the first time. Oh, no. Not those kinds of memories, please. But as I panic
