The Last Memory of You
Clearly, the healer's antidote had worked.
But before the healer could finish, Raymond cut him off. "No. The less she remembers, the better. Don't let her recall anything."
My heart clenched. My hand froze on the doorknob.
'Are you really that eager to cast me away?'
I pushed the door open.
Raymond froze for a split second, then his expression turned cold again.
"Raymond, I actually—"
He frowned at first. Then, he pointed impassively at a gravely ill male werewolf lying in bed. "Miss, you've got the wrong person. That's your brother over there."