Twenty-Four
I keep my eyes locked on Ryn, as if his gaze is the anchor that could pull me back if things go terribly wrong. The potion heats my throat and burns a little on the way down, like alcohol. I imagine it spreading throughout my body, working its magic. I have no idea what actually happens or how it works, but in my imagination it looks like tiny gold sparkles spreading across everything.
I wait for memories to start pouring into my head. Or for darkness to surround me and steal away all the new memories I’ve accumulated since The Destruction. Or to feel violently ill and start throwing up. Or for some other unforeseen side effect.
Nothing happens.
Nothing. At. All.
“Well?” Uri says eventually. “Do you remember anything?”
I look down at the table before answering. I don’t wa
