Midnight Bride
“No, I don’t. I remember what I need to, and the rest can stay buried. I don’t know what you are talking about. Please, let me go and wake up.”
He shakes his head and ensures I’m not leaving. “Remember why the war started.”
“I don’t remember,” I cry out.
“Yes, you do. Who were you with before the war?”
“No one.” My mind is a mess, and it feels like I’m on the verge of something huge, but it’s not coming to me.
“Yes, you do,” he says, his voice rough with urgency and something darker beneath. “You were with me. You were my lover. Please, remember.”
Bab Populer