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Kate didn’t need one, anyway. As she got closer, my head started spinning and my eyes were already imagining things. Not from the music, not from the stares, but from the flood of memories that rushed in without warning. Suddenly, I wasn’t seeing Kate. I was seeing her, my sister. My mind blurred, mixing the present and the past, twisting Kate into someone she wasn’t. Holy shit!

he exclaimed, staggering back in disbelief. But the illusion persisted, intensifying with each passing moment. Akata's movements faltered as doubt clouded his mind, his focus wavered in the face of the imagined betrayal. Shadows lashed out, their dark tendrils threatening to overwhelm him. The phantom Merindale in Akata's hallucination turned, a cruel smirk curling her lips. "Why fight for someone who would deceive you?" The words echoed with an eerie resonance, seeping doubt into Akata's mind as he saw her wrapping her arms around the God and then kiss him frantically.

If seeing things clearer would reveal that Kole was malicious, then something that gave me more clarity should be what I needed. Instead, she gave me something that would obstruct things. So, what does that mean for Kole and I? If it’s making my thoughts towards him hazy as well, how do I feel about him when I’m not under this spell? What are my true thoughts on Kole? “It makes the rest of the world hazy so you can see Kole clearly,” Catherine explains. “All your mental focus is going towards that.” “That doesn’t make sense at all,” I say.

She grinned and the joke fell flat. Katalea’s eyes were still burning with intensity as she scanned the room. “I can feel him now, trying to push in my head. He has lost what small grip he had on reality. He wants his child, his mate. He thinks the prophecies will reunite them. His thoughts are jumbled and confused, but his evilness is constant. He will stop at nothing to end us.” Zinnia stepped to Katalea and placed her hands on her head, “Can you block him?”

Dragged a hand down my face, trying to wipe away the heat still burning under my skin. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I forced out, voice rougher than I intended. “Just a bit tired.” The words tasted like ash. In my head it was screaming: I’m losing my fucking mind. Kate’s doing this to me—turning every blood cell into pure, aching want. Every time I blink, she’s there: bent over, thighs trembling, whispering filthy things I’ve never heard her say but can’t stop imagining. I’m going mental, and the worst part is how much I like it.

My fingers trembled faintly. Kath stirred inside me. ‘Why do you shake, Katie? You led them well.’ I closed my eyes. ‘You know why..’ ‘A shadow memory,’ Kath whispered. ‘Something your mind no longer holds. Even I cannot see it clearly.’ I didn’t answer. My throat was too tight. Shadow memory? No.. whatever that was is real. I refuse to call it otherwise. That night, sleep dragged me under before the moon climbed high. But my dreams—my dreams were merciless.

she handed me a glass of water, which I gulped down immediately. “Just sleep,” she insisted. I closed my eyes, but flashes of unfamiliar memories haunted me. “Katniss...” I murmured. “Don’t say her name,” Renata snapped, her tone harsh. “Don’t think too much. Just sleep, and your headache will go away,” she said coldly. I glanced at her, noticing her clenched fists hanging by her sides. “I got memories about her,” I said, confused. “No. That’s just a hallucination,” Renata replied quickly, almost too quickly.

Determined to prove her sanity and regain control, Kate collapsed onto her bed, her mind racing. Kate's eyelids fluttered shut, but sleep remained elusive. Her mind, a chaotic storm, replayed the events on a loop. Disjointed images flickered – Deimon's worried face, the sterile room, the conversation about safety. Each fragment fueled the confusion gnawing at her.

Each passing moment, the memories of our encounters replay in my mind like an enchanting symphony. Your resilience, Kate, is awe-inspiring. I have witnessed you overcome obstacles with an unwavering spirit, a spirit that shines brighter than any star in the night sky. It is a beauty that emanates from within, igniting a fire in my soul, and leaving me yearning for more. In all my years of relentless pursuit of success, I have never encountered a force as formidable as the one that draws me to you. My heart, which I thought had become impervious to affection, now beats with a rhythm I cannot control whenever you cross my mind.