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Everything was white. That was why Harper thought she was dead. That and the fact that her brothers and Sef were all peering down at her in common concern rather than fighting each other.
“She’s still pale, but she looks better,” Liam said.
Sef nodded in agreement. “There was much to repair internally.” Sef leaned over her and brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.
“I’m not dead?” she asked. Her throat ached, and her limbs were weak.
“No, you’re not,” Mason laughed. “Why would you think that?”
“Because…because you aren’t fighting…” A horrible thought occurred to her. Had their memories been wiped after all? Sef had promised her he would find a way to save them. Her chest tightened, and her hands balled into fists. She didn’t want to believe it.
“We aren’t fighting because w
