JAMES REMEMBERS TOO LATE
Pain tore through James’s body as he sat up too fast, his breathing ragged.
His wounds screamed in protest, but he barely felt it.
Because the chaos in his body was nothing compared to the chaos in his mind.
Memories—flashes of Emily, of them—were unraveling inside him, breaking through the fog like a storm that had finally shattered the dam.
Emily in his arms, furious, beautiful, alive.
Emily whispering his name in the dark, her hands gripping his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to this world.
Emily begging him not to shut her out.
Emily walking away.
His fingers clenched into fists.
He had told himself he didn’t remember her.
That she was just a name. A story someone had fed him.
But now?
Now, he remembered everything.
And he r
