A Crown Of Fire And Wrath (The Shadow Walkers Saga #5) - Sloane Murphy Page 0,10
when he does.
“Okay.” I swallow trying to move past how awkward I feel. “How do we do this?”
“Well, from what I’ve gathered you’ve managed to put a block of some sort on your memories. Luckily, the mind is my specialty. We just need to remove the block, and it will all come flooding back. I just need to peer into your mind.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t read my mind?” I ask, skeptically.
“I said I wasn’t in your head. I wouldn’t enter your mind without permission, little bird.” He smiles at me, and I relax. He’s so open, so warm, it’s hard not to trust him, even when everyone keeps proving to me I shouldn’t trust so easily. I don’t ever want to be so cynical that I don’t give people a chance. Even if that makes me an idiot. “But I know you better than you realize, because we’re the same, you and I.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means, I’m a Shadow Walker too. And that means, you can do what I do. It’s why I don’t advertise what I am, but it’s also why so many people dislike our kind. It means that I can enter your mind, even without your permission, though I wouldn’t, but it means that you can do it too. Along with a whole host of other fun, including the other stuff that makes people more than a little terrified of us. And that’s without us just being total badasses.” He winks, as if he didn’t just completely blow my mind. I open my mouth, but I’m pretty much speechless.
“Don’t worry, little bird. After you get your memories back, you should remember everything you could do before, and we’ll make sure you have every possible thing in your arsenal before we’re done. I won’t leave you defenseless. I’ve more than learned my lesson.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“It means that I gave you up once, and you died. Now, let’s finish eating before I dive into your mind, shall we?” He reaches for the pastry box and pulls one out before pushing the box over to me. If he thinks I can eat right now, he is sorely mistaken.
Also, what the fuck is it with angels and their talking in fucking riddles? He just said so much, but none of it really made any sense. What does he mean he gave me up? I’d ask, but I’m not sure I’d even get a real answer. So, I finish my coffee and wait for my lives to finally be unlocked, fully.
At least this way, there’s no more surprises. Right?
“Come lay down, little bird.” Michael pats the bed in the room I’ve been staying in, and I approach him slowly. Yes, I want this, I know it’s going to be for the best in the long run, but fear spikes inside of me. What if I can’t handle whatever it is that I’ve blocked myself from remembering? What if past me knew I wouldn’t survive if I knew whatever it was that I’ve suppressed?
I take a deep breath and climb onto the bed.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks as he looks down at me with concern. He looks at me like he’s seeing inside of me. Like he can see more of me than I’ve ever let anyone see.
“I’m sure.” My voice shakes a little with the words, but I mean them. No matter how much it might hurt to remember everything, no matter how much it might change who I fundamentally am, I need this. It’s more than a want. I am tired of the surprises, of not having every facet of myself available in my arsenal, it might even give me the answer about who the fuck it is that wants me dead.
I lie down and he moves to sit beside me. “I’ll make this as painless as I can, little bird.”
He smiles at me, but his eyes are sad as he moves his hands to my face. He caresses my cheek softly, startling me, but he moves his hands to hover on my temples and smiles. “Close your eyes, Remy. I’ll see you soon.”
I close my eyes at his request, and for a minute nothing happens. Then, a bright white light fills my mind until I can’t see or think about anything else. It intensifies and I feel tears streaming down my face when the pain starts. Like pins on every inch of my skin, under my nails, and inside my mind.