Jacob~
The hallway was so quiet it felt like I was walking through cobwebs. I rested my forehead against Easter's door, letting out a shaky breath as her last words kept looping in my mind. She dreamed of me as a killer… but also remembered me as her protector.
That meant she didn't just see the fake memories Mariel wove into her head a few minutes ago. She saw the real ones too – the ones I'd buried deep and had Mariel lock away forever. Usually, erasing someone's memories was easy. Quick and clean. But with Easter, that wasn't enough. I needed Mariel, the Dream Weaver. She didn't just erase memories; she rewrote them so they could never crawl back up to the surface. Her work was supposed to be flawless.
But hearing Easter speak today… I knew it in my bones. The threads of Mariel's weaving were starting to unravel. And for me, that was all the opening I needed.
