SUMMER'S POV
I tossed and turned in my bed, feeling sick to my stomach. The air in my room felt stale, my blood freezing while my skin burned.
I couldn't do this anymore. Every turn, every creak of the floorboards, every glance Nini gave me sent my thoughts into chaos.
Had she finally gotten her memories back? If not now, when? When she did, what would happen to me?
Will I be exiled, killed? Or worse…
A violent shiver ran down my spine. I pushed myself off the bed, walking to the window. The moment I slid it open, fresh air rushed in, and I inhaled greedily, trying to push down the nausea. But it did nothing to steady my trembling hands.
I had to tell her.
Maybe if I did, she wouldn't be so mad. Maybe she would keep it between us. Maybe I won't have to get stripped off of
